Three Blades, One Death

I’m Zoro, motherfucker, get out my way,

Three blades ready—your end’s today.

I don’t need a map, I’ll cut my own path,

You thought you could stand? Get ready for the wrath.

They call me the swordsman, and they ain't wrong,

But it’s more than steel, it’s where I belong.

I ain’t here for fame, I ain’t here for friends,

I’m here to slice through the shit that never ends.

From the East Blue to the Grand Line,

Cross me, and you’ll never see the light shine.

I’m drunk on my blade, not sake or beer,

One wrong move, and your ass disappears.

I’ll cut you down, no hesitation,

My path’s a blood-soaked dedication.

I swear to the dead, I’ll bury you fast,

With a slash so clean, you’ll never outlast.

Three blades, one death, no fuckin' retreat,

You step in my way, you’re dead on your feet.

No fear in my heart, just steel in my hand—

I’ll carve up the world, and take my stand.

I ain't a samurai—I’m a beast in the night,

Cutting through fate, sharpening my sight.

The only thing I fear is not being the best,

So I’ll fight till my last breath, put that to the test.

They talk about swords, but they don’t know the grind,

I took every wound and turned it to a sign.

Training with Mihawk, slicing with pride,

But they don’t see the demons I’ve got inside.

Every scar, every loss, every fuckin' fight,

I carry ‘em all and I carry ‘em right.

And when it comes to battle, don’t you dare look away,

‘Cause the last thing you’ll see is my blade on display.

Ain’t no man who can match my skill,

I’ll cut through gods—just test my will.

The only thing sharper than my sword is my rage,

And I’ll burn through your life like I’m tearing a page.

Three blades, one death, no fuckin' retreat,

You step in my way, you’re dead on your feet.

No fear in my heart, just steel in my hand—

I’ll carve up the world, and take my stand.

I’m not here for your mercy or your weak-ass plea,

I’m here for the throne, and I’ll carve it with glee.

I’ll slice through the best, I’ll carve up the rest,

And I’ll put your soul to the test.

They talk about pirates, they talk about kings,

But they never talk about the pain Zoro brings.

You’re just a stepping stone, I’ll carve you out—

And when I’m done, don’t scream or shout.

I’ll laugh while you die, as I stand tall,

Three swords in hand, and I’ll cut down them all.

So don’t fuck with me—learn the lesson now,

‘Cause when it’s Zoro time, there’s no way out.

Three blades, one death, that’s how I roll—

Keep my name in your throat, ‘cause it’s carved in your soul.