Ninjas In Action

Jumpsteady

We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track 
Choppin' off wigs like a flyin' guillotine attack 
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin' the blue blockers 
A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart stopper 
You mess with my own, 
I'll turn ya 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 ho is waitin' for me 
Muthafucka, tell a friend 
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant 
Never been a bitch, always gots 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 mama that you love her anymore 
Ain't no callin' on your homies, ain't no callin' on the Lord 
Somebody shoulda told ya 'bout fuckin' with a corpse 
Violent J y'all and I'm outta control 

Steady slappin' off the California highway patrol 
Rockin' a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus 
Full of screamin' lil kids, we doin' 90 plus 
Runnin' cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em 
Bustin' shots, swervin' and throwin' kids at em 
Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get 
Watchin' everybody else fallin' over the cliff 
It's the tripe X balla 
I'm in love wit yo mama 
But yo daddy be playa hatin' so I don't call her 
I'ma go see my ninja level flow 
Callin' storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin' atcha dome 
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you trippin on? 
My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin' unicorn 
(Uuniiiiiicornn!) 
Show me who we bumpin' on, show me who we smokin' wit 
Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit 
S-H-A- double G-Y 
Why? 'Cause I run wit a hatchet guy 
Let me go ahead and check my watch 
(Fo whut?) 
So I can see how much time you got 
(Ah!) 
Before the hatchet that I run wit swings down 
And splits yo face (Shit!) 

I understand why everybody wants to be down with me 
I'm runnin' with Jumpsteady 
Psychopathic, we crazier than a muthafucka 
ABK in this bitch undercover 
No badge, no cuffs, no jail 
'Bout 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 swingin' illusional shit 
Wha! 

Legz Diamond in this bitch 
Making hair stand up on the back of your neck 
I'm comin' for you haters, little bitches you are 
You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far 
Bullets for your credits, runnin' yo mouth 
How you talkin' that shit? You get yo fuckin' 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 wit the shovels and boots 
We on some wicked shit hidin' 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 yo priest or yo 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 OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove 
For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat 
Chillin' first class, steady sippin' 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 bakin' 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 bustin' shots with my gat 
The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin through the air 
'Cause I leap off da roof, 30 feet without a care 
Just to break off my leg and shit 
Get up and beat a mothafuckin pig with it 
'Cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin' throat cut 
And wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my trunk 
What! 

A Bruce brother nerd sippin' gasoline slurpies 
Rockin' 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 wit a pit shifter 
We'll always be underground, not just at first 
I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst 
Fat kids stay big and fuckin' like marshmallows 
And stomp holes in your fuckin' lyrics like the goodfellows 
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 screamin' fuck y'all! 
I'm the urban legend in your back seat 
With a hook to your head while your rollin' 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 
Throw your hatchets high! 

What you non juggalos gonna do? 
We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin' through 
You gonna run, you gonna hide 
You gonna try to say that you got ya one just to stay alive 
It don't work bitch don't even try 
I'm blowin' holes in yo chest from the gun that I fire 
Comin' through your dome, come one and all 
It'd be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas fall 
I'm givin' props to my homies on the South-West side 
Psychopathic family 'til the day that we die 
I'm off into the street slangin' them tapes 
Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes 
Esham, my dogs runnin' on the East side 
My street gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide 
My juggalos, we one big click 
It's the Chaos Theory, c'mon get wit 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 
Yeah!! 

Light's out!