We got many psychopathic ninjas on this track   Choppin off wigs like a flyin guillotine attack   Jumpsteady, a shocker, rockin the blue blockers   A Bruce Lee one inch punch heart stopper   You mess with my own,   I'll turn ya to stone,   Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone   That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker   Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker   I see this ho is waitin for me   Muthafucka, tell a friend   I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant   Never been a bitch, always gots to get respected   The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon   Then ya is deceased when I strike ya in jaw   Ain't no time tell yo mama that you love her anymore   Ain't no callin on your homies, ain't no callin on the Lord   Somebody shoulda told ya bout fuckin with a corpse   Violent J y'all and I'm outta control   Steady slappin' off the California highway patrol   Rockin a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus   Full of screamin lil kids, we doin' 90 plus   Runnin cops off edges, ratta-tat-tat 'em   Bustin shots, swervin and throwin kids at em   Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get   Watchin everybody else fallin over the cliff   It's the tripe X balla   I'm in love wit yo mama   But yo daddy be playa hatin so I don't call her   I'ma go see my ninja level flow   Callin storm, shadow, letcha know, we slicin atcha dome   Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you trippin on?   My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin unicorn   (Uuniiiiiicornn!)   Show me who we bumpin on, show me who we smokin wit   Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit   S-H-A- double G-Y   Why? 'cause I run wit a hatchet guy   Let me go ahead and check my watch   (Fo whut?)   So I can see how much time you got   (Ah!)   Before the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn   And splits yo face (shit!)   I understand why everybody wants to be down with me   I'm runnin with Jumpsteady   Psychopathic, we crazier than a muthafucka   ABK in this bitch undercover   No badge, no cuffs, no jail   Bout to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell   Detroit hatchet family on the scene   Juggalos, deputies, bitch ya know what I mean   Taking over the world with no means to quit   With some underground hatchet swingin illusional shit   Wha!   Legz Diamond in this bitch   Making hair stand up on the back of your neck   I'm comin for you haters, little bitches you are   You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far   Bullets for your credits, runnin yo mouth   How you talkin that shit? You get yo fuckin brains blown out   Your game is weak, the stakes are high, and so am I   I don't live and let live, I take an eye for an eye   Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree   Creeping in the shadows of eternity   Psychopathic ninjas you will never see   As the phantom blade becomes your reality   This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on   All you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn   We some grave diggers wit the shovels and boots   We on some wicked shit hidin in hubbles and under suits   I'm on a whole different level   Leave you and the devil   In the dust   With a sign that says 'Heaven Or Bust'   I'm not yo priest or yo reverend   But I've been known to bless a mic   That'll make you swear to God I was heaven sent   For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from above   To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove   For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat   Chillin first class, steady sippin on a coke   To a paranoid cop, I'm a game of Morton's list   For a crab, I'm an elusive and deadly cuttlefish   At your birthday, I'm Jeff Dahmer bakin a cake   As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late   I can still rock that heater in my back   (Where it's at?)   On the stable on the roof bustin shots with my gat   The surface is scattered with bullets, we flyin through the air   'cause I leap of da roof, 30 feet without a care   Just to break off my leg and shit   Get up and beat a mothafuckin pig with it   'cause cops ain't shit, they get they muthafuckin throat cut   And wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my trunk   What!   A Bruce brother nerd sippin gasoline slurpies   Rockin a rare breed of Sudanese herpies   Raised in the jungle, communicate with snakes   I'll squeeze your throat piece off til it breaks   Like a boa constrictor   A pressure inflictor   Lotus Pod pro tool wit a pit shifter   We'll always be underground, not just at first   I ain't tryin' to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst   Fat kids stay big and fuckin like marshmellows   And stomp holes in your fuckin lyrics like the goodfellows   Not it for the cheddar, not in it for the hoes   But I love the juggalettes like peach faygo   Newports and a plan to fuck   And a half of cup of syrup when it's time to get drunk   Nightclubs in my trunk and my disco balls   And my hatchet in the air screamin fuck y'all!   I'm the urban legend in your back seat   With a hook to your head while your rollin down the street   Most people, they look at me and run   They get up in the club and I pulled out a gun   Ya know your bed? That's me under it   Pull the covers over your head, I'ma smother it   Then it's back off into the moonlit sky   Throw your hatchets high!   What you non juggalos gonna do?   We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin through   You gonna run, you gonna hide   You gonna try to say that you got ya one just to stay alive   It don't work bitch don't even try   I'm blowin holes in yo chest from the gun that I fire   Comin thru your dome, come one and all   It'd be a shame to see a buncha muthafuckas fall   I'm givin props to my homies on the southwest side   Psychopathic family til the day that we die   I'm off into the street slangin them tapes   Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes   Esham, my dogs runnin on the east side   My street gang's grown, muthafucka worldwide   My juggalos, we one big click   It's the Chaos Theory, cmon get wit it   Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree   Creeping in the shadows of eternity   Psychopathic ninjas you will never see   As the phantom blade becomes your reality   Yeaaaaah!!      Light's out!   *prison door slams*      So how long you been here, old man?   20 years   Damn, that's a longass time, you musta got caught up on some serious shit. I'll be out in 3 years. You ever thought about escapin this place?   Sure I do, but ya see those walls and those guntowers and all them guards. Makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try and get out of here. Besides, I escape every night. 'cause the one thing they can't lock up is your mind unless you let em. And everynight, I can dream. That's when I escape, that's when I escape these walls, and I...