We got many Psychopathic ninjas on this track
Chopping off wigs like a flying guillotine attack
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rocking the blue blockers
A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart stopper
You mess with my own
I'll turn you to stone
Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone
That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker
Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker

I see this hoe is waiting for me
Muthafucka, tell a friend
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, always got's to get respected
The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon
Then ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw
Ain't no time tell yo momma that you love her anymore
Ain't no calling on your homies, ain't no calling on the Lord
Somebody shoulda told ya about fucking with a corpse

Violent J y'all and I'm outta control
Steady slapping off the California highway patrol
Rocking a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus
Full of screaming lil kids, we doing 90 plus
Running cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat them
Busting shots, swerving and throwing kids at them
Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get
Watching everybody else falling over the cliff

It's the tripe X balla
I'm in love with your momma
But your daddy be playa hating so I don't call her
I'ma go see my ninja level flow
Calling storm, shadow, let ya know, we slicing at ya dome
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you tripping on?
My appetite is planetary when I'm screaming unicron
Show me who we bumping on, show me who we smoking with
Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit

S-H-A- double G-Y
Why? cause I run with a hatchet guy
Let me go ahead and check my watch
(Fo what?)
So I can see how much time you got
Before the hatchet that I run witg swings down
And splits yo face
I understand why everybody wants to be down with me
I'm running with Jumpsteady

Psychopathic, we crazier than a muthafucka
ABK in this bitch undercover
No badge, no cuffs, no jail
About to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell
Detroit hatchet family on the scene
Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I mean?
Taking over the world with no means to quit
With some underground hatchet swinging illusional shit

Legz Diamond in this bitch
Making hair stand up on the back of your neck
I'm coming for you haters, little bitches you are
You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far
Bullets for your credits, running your mouth
How you talking that shit? You get yo fucking brains blown out
Your game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I
I don't live and let live, I take an eye for an eye

Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you will never see
As the phantom blade becomes your reality

This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on
All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn
We some grave diggers with the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit hiding in hubbles and under suits
I'm on a whole different level
Leave you and the devil
In the dust
With a sign that says "Heaven Or Bust"
I'm not your priest or your reverend
But I've been known to bless a mic
That'll make you swear to God I was heaven sent

For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from above
To O.J. Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove
For a pilot, I'm a ghani with a beard and a trench coat
Chilling first class, steady sipping on a coke
To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of Morton's list
For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly cuttlefish
At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer baking a cake
As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late

I can still rock that heater in my back
(Where it's at?)
On the stable on the roof busting shots with my gat
The surface is scattered with bullets, it's flying through the air
Cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a care
Just to break off my leg and shit
Get up and beat a mothafucking pig with it
Cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafucking throat cut
And wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my trunk

A Bruce brother nerd sipping gasoline slurpies
Rocking a rare breed of Sudanese herpes
Raised in the jungle, communicate with snakes
I'll squeeze your throat piece off til it breaks
Like a boa constrictor
A pressure inflictor
Lotus Pod pro tool with a pit shifter
We'll always be underground, not just at first
I ain't trying to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst

Fat kids stay big and fucking like marshmallows
And stomp holes in your fucking lyrics like the good fellows
Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the hoes
But I love the juggalettes like peach Faygo
Newports and a plan to fuck
And a half of cup of syrup when it's time to get drunk
Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco balls
And my hatchet in the air screaming fuck y'all!

I'm the urban legend in your back seat
With a hook to your head while your rolling down the street
Most people, they look at me and run
They get up in the club and I pulled out a gun
Ya know your bed? That's me under it
Pull the covers over your head, I'ma smother it
Then it's back off into the moonlit sky (Woot Woo!)
Throw your hatchets high!

What you non juggalos gonna do?
We know you see us, a gang of painted faces coming through
You gonna run, you gonna hide
You gonna try to say that you got you one just to stay alive
It don't work bitch don't even try
I'm blowing holes in your chest from the gun that I fire
Coming through your dome, come one and all
It'd be a shame to see a bunch of muthafuckas fall

I'm giving props to my homies on the southwest side
Psychopathic family til the day that we die
I'm off to the street team, slanging them tapes
Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes
Esham, my dogs running on the east side
My street gang's growing, muthafucka worldwide
My juggalos, we one big click
It's the Chaos Theory, c'mon get with it

Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you will never see
As the phantom blade becomes your reality


Light's out!
(*Prison door slams*)

So how long you been here, old man?
(20 years)
Damn, that's a longass time,
You musta got caught up on some serious shit.
I'll be out in 3 years.
You ever thought about escaping this place?
(Sure I do, but you see those walls and those guntowers and all them guards.
Makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try and get out of here.
Besides, I escape every night.
Cause the one thing they can't lock up is your mind unless you let them
And everynight, I can dream.
That's when I escape.
That's when I escape these walls, and I...)

Lyrics submitted by MyAntiDrugIsSuicide

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