This is a song about "Ninja difuse"

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I'll hit you with the five deadly sins and then a ninja sword,

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Walk that body, talk that body

For all the ninja that done to me