This is a song about "Ninja bats"

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

So when ya see me nigga

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

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

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns