This is a song about "Ninja monkey"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

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

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I sip the forty ounces, and mix that shit like brass monkey,

Im laid back like a retired ninja

To liberate yourselves, africa

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

To have a dog like me, on your back like that monkey,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Monkey see monkey do, i swear it,

10th grade, eyes red as shit