We all know this guy in a black gi
It’s not Akuma, listen to me
I’m talkin’ ‘bout the other you see
One whose hair is shaped like the letter V

Did he throw his son off a cliff?
Did he throw his grandson off a cliff?
Did he throw his nephew off a cliff?
You gotta know much about this old guy

To my surprise, discussing his claim
Fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same

As we walk up to his funeral
His family spirit’s alive
Plotlines through the years, subliminal
Stand next to his grave we arrived
Through fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same

His hair went grey and his shots are cheap
The day Ogre came back from a long sleep
That day we see a monstrous Jinpachi
And that time we have faced Kazumi

Did his nephew throw him off a cliff?
Did his grandson throw him off a cliff?
Did his son throw him off a cliff?
We must be worth the breath of this guy

To my surprise, discussing his claim
Fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same

As we walk up to his funeral
His family spirit’s alive
Plotlines through the years, subliminal
Stand next to his grave we arrived
Through fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same

He lived his life with his corp, as far as you can see
His fists can spark like electricity
He is a very great fighter far so worthy
And he’s mostly ambitious in his destiny

We all know his moves, we could do that
Many have fought him before, we know that
His son threw him off a cliff, who’s that?
Must be the devilish Kazuya guy

As we walk up to his funeral
His family spirit’s alive
Plotlines through the years, subliminal
Stand next to his grave we arrived
Through fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same
Fortune and fame, nothing’s same, same, same, same, same