Ninjas In Action Lyrics - Singles - 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 dowwwn 

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 of 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 herpies 

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 marshmellows 

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 thru 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 southwest 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, cmon 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 

Yeaaaaah!! 

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 escapin this place? 

Sure I do, but ya 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 em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...