The Duel-Bladed Duelist, Scissors

[SCISSORS, SUNG]
You fool! Dare to challenge me?
The master of cutlery?
On my blade, your doom you'll see
To my sword, you'll take a knee!
Though you'll fall like those before
Instant death would be a bore
So for you, my blade I'll store
Entertain me, I implore!
Without my blades, my martial skill is without parallel
I don't need to slice you now to make this duel a living hell
I laugh, I SPIT upon your hammers, jumps, and fire spells
Hear the sound of the funeral bells
You're weak, you're frail, you're paper-thin
You're nevеr gonna win
You'll be but scraps of paper to be tossеd into the bin

[TOADS, SUNG]
Hey, watch your head, Mario!
One touch of those blades
And all your health will go!

[SCISSORS, SUNG]
I am the reaper that comes in the night
Hear my blades unsheathe
You already lost the fight
Takes just one cut to eviscerate your life
I'm the bane of all paper
I'm the bringer of strife
I am growing bored
No more holding back
Time to draw my blade for my last attack
I'm Scissors
You are paper
You know what comes next
Say goodnight, plumber!
I WILL SLIT YOUR NECK!
Here now you'll die, you will rest in pieces
The final cut approaches
My power releases
Now fall in twain
Your pulp shall rain
The Duel-bladed Duelist brings the pain!
You know you're dead when you hear my rhyme
My blades so sharp
They can even cut up the time!
I grant no quarter!
I'LL CUT YOU INTO QUARTERS!

How long 'til you falter here?
'Til you are consumed by fear?
Your death is approaching near
You'll fall to my deadly shears
You slip, you make on mistake
One bad jump is all it takes
Now I have raised the stakes
Won't be long 'til your will shall break!
Your pulp will stain the castle of your oldest nemesis
And you will join the shadows creeping through the edifice
You climbed to heaven, now you're tripping at the precipice
Your head is mine, there is no escaping this
As stated by the ancient combat art of ro-sham-bo
The outcome of this duel
Who lives, who dies, you already know

[TOADS, SUNG]
Hey, watch your step, Mario!
Don't jump on those blades
Or else your health will go!

[SCISSORS, SUNG]
I am the sword that cleaves through the land
All paper's doom shall come by my hand
You will be reshaped when your final hour I bring
You will have no choice
But to hail the Origami King
You can't dodge forever
You will soon succumb
One touch of my blade and you'll go numb
I'm Scissors
You are paper
You know what I do
お前はもう死んでいる! (You are already dead!)
Here now you'll die, you will rest in pieces
The final cut approaches
My power releases
Now fall in twain
Your pulp shall rain
The Duel-bladed Duelist brings the pain!
You know you're dead when you hear my rhyme
My blades so sharp
They can even cut up the time!
I grant no quarter!
I'LL CUT YOU INTO QUARTERS!

[SCISSORS, SPOKEN]
Once again, I have cut a worthless object!