This is a song about "Teenage mutant ninja turtles"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Putrid and ruthlessness from my mind would leave a mutant muted.

If you ain't about money

For all the ninja that done to me

Ya from neptune to the moon call me the musical mutant,

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

I know you're mad, but so what

My teenage years were fucked up,

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord