This is a song about "Ninja sword"

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

I'll pull out my fencing sword

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Educate yourselves, of africa

I wore a helmet with horns and hold a sword of thorns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

East shore part emcee part sword

All you need is your passport