We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track
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Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack
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Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers
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A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart stopper
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You mess with my own,
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I'll turn ya to stone,
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Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone
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That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker
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Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker
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I see this ho is waitin for me
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Muthafucka, tell a friend
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I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant
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Never been a bitch, always gots to get respected
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The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon
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Then ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw
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Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her anymore
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Ain't no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord
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Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse
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Violent J y'all and I'm outta control
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Steady slappin' off the California highway patrol
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Rockin a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus
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Full of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90 plus
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Runnin cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em
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Bustin shots, swervin and throwin kids at em
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Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get
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Watchin everybody else fallin over the cliff
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It's the tripe X balla
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I'm in love wit yo mama
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But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't call her
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I'ma go see my ninja level flow
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Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha dome
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Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you trippin on?
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My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin unicorn
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(Uuniiiiiicornn!)
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Show me who we bumpin on, show me who we smokin wit
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Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit
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S-H-A- double G-Y
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Why? cuz I run wit a hatchet guy
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Let me go ahead and check my watch
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(Fo whut?)
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So I can see how much time you got
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(Ah!)
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Before the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn
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And splits yo face (shit!)
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I understand why everybody wants to be down with me
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I'm runnin with Jumpsteady
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Psychopathic, we crazier than a muthafucka
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ABK in this bitch undercover
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No badge, no cuffs, no jail
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Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell
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Detroit hatchet family on the scene
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Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I mean
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Taking over the world with no means to quit
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With some underground hatchet swingin illusional shit
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Wha!
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Legz Diamond in this bitch
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Making hair stand up on the back of your neck
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I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are
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You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far
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Bullets for your credits, runnin yo mouth
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How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out
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Your game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
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I don't live and let live, I take an eye for an eye
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Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree
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Creeping in the shadows of eternity
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Psychopathic ninjas you will never see
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As the phantom blade becomes your reality
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This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on
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All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn
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We some grave diggers wit the shovels and boots
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We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under suits
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I'm on a whole different level
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Leave you and the devil
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In the dust
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With a sign that says 'Heaven Or Bust'
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I'm not yo priest or yo reverend
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But I've been known to bless a mic
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That'll make you swear to God I was heaven sent
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For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from above
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To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove
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For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat
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Chillin first class, steady sippin on a coke
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To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of Morton's list
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For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly cuttlefish
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At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer bakin a cake
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As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late
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I can still rock that heater in my back
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(Where it's at?)
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On the stable on the roof bustin shots with my gat
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The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin through the air
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Cuz I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a care
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Just to break off my leg and shit
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Get up and beat a mothafuckin pig with it
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Cuz cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin throat cut
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And wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my trunk
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What!
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A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline slurpies
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| Rockin a ra |
