This is a song about "Ninja defuse"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

But we should be body to body

For all the ninja that done to me

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I swear they think i'm crazy

For all the ninja that done to me

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Enabled to defuse an entire engagement

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records