Outcha Mouth Lyrics - Singles - Jumpsteady

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 

My name is Jumpsteady 

But are you punks ready for the samurai machete 

To make you make your betty 

Of the ones to contend, steppin upon my path 

With inferior dextior, don't make me laugh 

I'm a daredevil and Bruce banner rolled into one 

''cause ya wouldn't wanna make me angry and you're blind, son 

To some of the things, tactics and such 

That we apply to the Carnival 

So check nuts! 

I'm the jack of many trades, glued to the old days 

Laughed at in the hallways, fucked them bitches anyway 

I wonder what they're doing today 

Most of them bitches probably broke, homeless, tricked out, or underpaid 

How the pendulum swings - 

Laugh now and cry tomorrow 

In exchange for the happiness and sorrow 

Time will borrow 

And again unfold and better like 

Casting corrupt souls deeper in the shadows of night 

C'mon! 

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 

Where I'm at is in your earholes 

Bumpin outta ya stereo 

Loud enough to crack your tinted windows 

And I suppose that ya still don't know 

How I exceed to levels that ain't never been seen before 

Master of the Shaolin 

Tiger walk while joustin' 

No hand blimp right hand and round housin' 

Beatin like the beat of the drum 

Slightly sicker than some 

And I exterminate beef so you don't want none 

J is for the journey and the thieving gain 

Followed by the U - uncanny 

And completely insane 

M is for the madness spawning my ideas 

And P is for Psychopathic and props to people that see us 

Steady, steady like a Chevy 

Out of control 

With no brakes and wrapped around a phone pole 

Then I explode on the world like C-4 

Before the demo team can even hit the door 

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'm the last seconds on a doomsday clock 

Like an open box of Anthrax chillin on a desktop 

Execution and illusion of art 

Like a wizard's magic pencil steady aiming at your heart 

Always backed by the hatchet 

Drop a body in a casket 

Like a guillotine, rollin heads in a basket 

As for the busters unleashing some rage, 

In the folds of my jacket I cradle my gauge 

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 

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 

*screaming* 

Alright alright and yesiree! A clean hit! A perfect hit! 

And no pain for the target. 

Too bad the guy was only 38. Just 2 years older, 

He'da been worth 3 times the points. 

But for the second year in a row, 

Machine Gun Joe, has splattered the...