Kurbee
07-23-2004, 12:26 PM
[Jumpsteady]
We got many Psychopathic Ninjas on this track,
Chopping off wigs like a flying guillotine attack,
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rocking the blue blockers,
A Bruce Lee, one inch punch heart stopper,
You mess with my own, I'll turn you to stone,
Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone,
That's full circle three fold justice, motha fucka',
Beat ya silly like a tire tappin trucker!
[Blaze]
I see this hoe is waiting for me,
Motha fucka', tell a friend,
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant,
Never been a bitch, always got's to get respected,
The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon,
The deadliest disease is when I strike ya in the jaw,
Ain't no time tell yo momma that you love her anymore,
Ain't no calling on your homies, ain't no calling on the Lord,
Somebody shoulda told ya about fucking with a corpse...
[Violent J]
Violent J, y'all, and I'm outta control,
Steady sniping off the California Highway Patrol,
Rocking a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus,
Full of screaming little kids, we doing 90 plus,
Running cops off edges, ratta tat tat 'em,
Busting shots, swerving and throwing kids at them,
Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get,
Watching everybody else falling over the cliff...
[Jamie Madrox]
It's the triple X balla,
I'm in love wit' cha momma,
But your daddy be playa hatin' so I don't call her,
I'ma go see my ninja level flow,
Calling Storm Shadow, let ya know, we slicing at ya dome,
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you tripping on,
My appetite is planetary when I'm screaming unicron,
Show me who we bumping on, show me who we smoking with,
Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit...
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
S-H-A-double G-Y,
Why? cause I run wit a hatchet guy,
Let me go ahead and check my watch,(Fo what?)
So I can see how much time you got, (Ah!)
Before the hatchet that I run with swings down,
And splits yo face, shit,
I understand why everybody wants to be down with me (why?),
I'm running with Jumpsteady!
[Anybody Killa]
Psychopathic, we crazier than a motha fucka,
ABK in this bitch undercover,
No badge, no cuffs, no jail,
About to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell,
Detroit hatchet family on the scene,
Juggalos, deputies, bitch you know what I mean,
Taking over the world with no means to quit,
With some underground hatchet swinging illusional shit,
What!?
[Legz Diamond]
Legz Diamond in this fuck,
Making hair stand up on the back of your neck,
I'm coming for you haters, little bitches you are,
You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far,
Bullets for your credits, running your mouth,
How you talking that shit,
You get yo fucking 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...
[Zug Izland]
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...
[Monoxide Child]
This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on,
Or you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn,
We some grave diggers with the shovels and boots,
We on some wicked shit hiding in hubbles and under suits,
I'm on a whole different level,
Leave you and the devil, In the dust,
With a sign sayin' "Heaven Or Bust",
I'm not your priest or your reverend,
But I've been known to bless a mic,
That'll make you swear to God that I was heaven sent...
[Jumpsteady]
For a locust, I'm a hundred ton death from above,
To O.J. Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove,
For a pilot, I'm a 'ghani with a beard and a trench coat,
Chilling first class, steady sipping 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 baking a cake,
As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late...
[Blaze]
I still can chill wit a heater in my back,
(Where it's at?),
I'm the sniper on the roof busting shots with my gat,
The suckas scattered when bullets is flying 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 mothafucking pig with it,
Cause cops ain't shit,
they get they muthafucking throat cut,
And wrapped in bloody sheets,
and tossed up in my trunk,
What!?
[Violent J]
A Bruce brother nerd sipping gasoline slurpies,
Rocking a rare breed of Sudanese herpes,
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 with a pit shifter,
We'll always be underground, not just at first,
I ain't trying to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst!
[Jamie Madrox]
Fat kids stay big and fluffy like marshmallows,
And stomp holes in your fucking merry's like the Goodfellas,
Not it for the cheddar, or 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,
Nightclub in my trunk with my disco balls,
And my hatchet in the air screaming fuck y'all!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'm the urban legend in your back seat,
With a hook to your head while your rolling down the street,
Most people, they look at me and run,
Like they 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, (Woo Woo!)
Throw your hatchets high!
[Anybody Killa]
What you non Juggalos gonna do,
When all you see is a gang of painted faces coming through,
You gonna run, you gonna hide,
You gonna try to say that you one, just to stay alive,
It don't work bitch don't even try it,
Bullet holes in your chest from the gun that I fired,
Compliment, or don't come at all,
It'd be a shame to see a bunch of muthafuckas fall...
[Legz Diamond]
I'm giving props to my homies on the southwest side,
Psychopathic family til the day that we die,
I'm off to the street team, slanging them tapes,
Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes,
Esham, my dogs running on the east side,
My street gang's growing, muthafucka worldwide,
My Juggalos, we one big click,
It's the Chaos Theory, c'mon get with it!
[Zug Izland]
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...
Yeah!!!
We got many Psychopathic Ninjas on this track,
Chopping off wigs like a flying guillotine attack,
Jumpsteady, a shocker, rocking the blue blockers,
A Bruce Lee, one inch punch heart stopper,
You mess with my own, I'll turn you to stone,
Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone,
That's full circle three fold justice, motha fucka',
Beat ya silly like a tire tappin trucker!
[Blaze]
I see this hoe is waiting for me,
Motha fucka', tell a friend,
I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team sergeant,
Never been a bitch, always got's to get respected,
The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon,
The deadliest disease is when I strike ya in the jaw,
Ain't no time tell yo momma that you love her anymore,
Ain't no calling on your homies, ain't no calling on the Lord,
Somebody shoulda told ya about fucking with a corpse...
[Violent J]
Violent J, y'all, and I'm outta control,
Steady sniping off the California Highway Patrol,
Rocking a chemical imbalance and a stolen school bus,
Full of screaming little kids, we doing 90 plus,
Running cops off edges, ratta tat tat 'em,
Busting shots, swerving and throwing kids at them,
Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get,
Watching everybody else falling over the cliff...
[Jamie Madrox]
It's the triple X balla,
I'm in love wit' cha momma,
But your daddy be playa hatin' so I don't call her,
I'ma go see my ninja level flow,
Calling Storm Shadow, let ya know, we slicing at ya dome,
Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you tripping on,
My appetite is planetary when I'm screaming unicron,
Show me who we bumping on, show me who we smoking with,
Handled like some lunatics to get into some killer shit...
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
S-H-A-double G-Y,
Why? cause I run wit a hatchet guy,
Let me go ahead and check my watch,(Fo what?)
So I can see how much time you got, (Ah!)
Before the hatchet that I run with swings down,
And splits yo face, shit,
I understand why everybody wants to be down with me (why?),
I'm running with Jumpsteady!
[Anybody Killa]
Psychopathic, we crazier than a motha fucka,
ABK in this bitch undercover,
No badge, no cuffs, no jail,
About to beat ya in the head with my 40 until ya tell,
Detroit hatchet family on the scene,
Juggalos, deputies, bitch you know what I mean,
Taking over the world with no means to quit,
With some underground hatchet swinging illusional shit,
What!?
[Legz Diamond]
Legz Diamond in this fuck,
Making hair stand up on the back of your neck,
I'm coming for you haters, little bitches you are,
You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far,
Bullets for your credits, running your mouth,
How you talking that shit,
You get yo fucking 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...
[Zug Izland]
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...
[Monoxide Child]
This ain't no two hand touch so get yo helmet on,
Or you might just get planted on yo neighbor's front lawn,
We some grave diggers with the shovels and boots,
We on some wicked shit hiding in hubbles and under suits,
I'm on a whole different level,
Leave you and the devil, In the dust,
With a sign sayin' "Heaven Or Bust",
I'm not your priest or your reverend,
But I've been known to bless a mic,
That'll make you swear to God that I was heaven sent...
[Jumpsteady]
For a locust, I'm a hundred ton death from above,
To O.J. Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove,
For a pilot, I'm a 'ghani with a beard and a trench coat,
Chilling first class, steady sipping 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 baking a cake,
As you ponder why your best friend is three hours late...
[Blaze]
I still can chill wit a heater in my back,
(Where it's at?),
I'm the sniper on the roof busting shots with my gat,
The suckas scattered when bullets is flying 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 mothafucking pig with it,
Cause cops ain't shit,
they get they muthafucking throat cut,
And wrapped in bloody sheets,
and tossed up in my trunk,
What!?
[Violent J]
A Bruce brother nerd sipping gasoline slurpies,
Rocking a rare breed of Sudanese herpes,
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 with a pit shifter,
We'll always be underground, not just at first,
I ain't trying to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst!
[Jamie Madrox]
Fat kids stay big and fluffy like marshmallows,
And stomp holes in your fucking merry's like the Goodfellas,
Not it for the cheddar, or 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,
Nightclub in my trunk with my disco balls,
And my hatchet in the air screaming fuck y'all!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
I'm the urban legend in your back seat,
With a hook to your head while your rolling down the street,
Most people, they look at me and run,
Like they 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, (Woo Woo!)
Throw your hatchets high!
[Anybody Killa]
What you non Juggalos gonna do,
When all you see is a gang of painted faces coming through,
You gonna run, you gonna hide,
You gonna try to say that you one, just to stay alive,
It don't work bitch don't even try it,
Bullet holes in your chest from the gun that I fired,
Compliment, or don't come at all,
It'd be a shame to see a bunch of muthafuckas fall...
[Legz Diamond]
I'm giving props to my homies on the southwest side,
Psychopathic family til the day that we die,
I'm off to the street team, slanging them tapes,
Shoutout to Double A and the money he makes,
Esham, my dogs running on the east side,
My street gang's growing, muthafucka worldwide,
My Juggalos, we one big click,
It's the Chaos Theory, c'mon get with it!
[Zug Izland]
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...
Yeah!!!