I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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My name is Jumpsteady
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But are you punks ready for the samurai machete
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To make you make your betty
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Of the ones to contend, steppin upon my path
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With inferior dextior, don't make me laugh
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I'm a daredevil and Bruce banner rolled into one
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'Cuz ya wouldn't wanna make me angry and you're blind, son
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To some of the things, tactics and such
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That we apply to the Carnival
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So check nuts!
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I'm the jack of many trades, glued to the old days
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Laughed at in the hallways, fucked them bitches anyway
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I wonder what they're doing today
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Most of them bitches probably broke, homeless, tricked out, or underpaid
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How the pendulum swings -
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Laugh now and cry tomorrow
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In exchange for the happiness and sorrow
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Time will borrow
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And again unfold and better like
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Casting corrupt souls deeper in the shadows of night
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C'mon!
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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Where I'm at is in your earholes
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Bumpin outta ya stereo
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Loud enough to crack your tinted windows
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And I suppose that ya still don't know
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How I exceed to levels that ain't never been seen before
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Master of the Shaolin
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Tiger walk while joustin'
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No hand blimp right hand and round housin'
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Beatin like the beat of the drum
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Slightly sicker than some
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And I exterminate beef so you don't want none
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J is for the journey and the thieving gain
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Followed by the U - uncanny
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And completely insane
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M is for the madness spawning my ideas
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And P is for Psychopathic and props to people that see us
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Steady, steady like a Chevy
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Out of control
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With no brakes and wrapped around a phone pole
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Then I explode on the world like C-4
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Before the demo team can even hit the door
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
|
I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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I'm the last seconds on a doomsday clock
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Like an open box of Anthrax chillin on a desktop
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Execution and illusion of art
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Like a wizard's magic pencil steady aiming at your heart
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Always backed by the hatchet
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Drop a body in a casket
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Like a guillotine, rollin heads in a basket
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As for the busters unleashing some rage,
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In the folds of my jacket I cradle my gauge
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I heard ya wanna know about me,
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Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
|
I heard ya wanna know about me,
|
Where I'm at and who I be
|
And why they call me Jumpsteady
|
I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
|
With so much flavor that
|
I blow the taste up outcha mouth
|
I heard ya wanna know about me,
|
Where I'm at and who I be
|
And why they call me Jumpsteady
|
I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
|
With so much flavor that
|
I blow the taste up outcha mouth
|
I heard ya wanna know about me,
|
Where I'm at and who I be
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And why they call me Jumpsteady
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I'm just a ninja from the Carnival grounds
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With so much flavor that
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I blow the taste up outcha mouth
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*screaming*
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Alright alright and yesiree! A clean hit! A perfect hit!
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And no pain for the target.
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Too bad the guy was only 38. Just 2 years older,
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He'da been worth 3 ti |