This is a song about "Ninja bats"

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

Lying to yourself, all over an image

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

For all the ninja that done to me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Corpses try to grab at her, but she bats them all away,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Cuz no matter what i have you...beaten blackened flattened with bats 'n shit,

Im laid back like a retired ninja

To liberate yourselves, africa