Ninjas in Action Songtext
von Jumpsteady

We got many Psychopathic ninjas on this track
Chopping off wigs like a flying guillotine attack
Jumpsteady or 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 you busy tone, plumbing undertaker's phone
That′s full circle three-fold justice motherfucker
Beat you silly like a tire tappin' trucker (like a tire tappin' trucker)

My shit is so explanatory, motherfucker tell a friend
Got a Glock that farts louder than a drill team sergeant
Never been a bitch, always black to get respected
The target is ejected with the venom from my weapon (what?)
The deadliest disease when I strike it ain′t a cure
Ain′t no time to tell your mama that you love her anymore
Ain't no calling on your homies, ain′t no calling on the Lord
Somebody should've told you about fucking with the core (yeah)


It′s 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 doin' 90 plus
Running cops off edges, rat-a-tat-tat 'em
Busting shots, swerving and throwing kids at ′em
Jumpsteady in a chopper and away we get
Watching everybody else fallin′ over the cliff (fallin' over the cliff)

It′s the triple X baller (oh, go), I'm in love with your mama
But your daddy be player hatin′, so I don't call her
I′ma go see my ninja level foe (huh)
Call for Storm Shadow, and you know he's slicing at your door
Mr. Bo's Madrox (what?), who you trippin′ on?
My appetite is planetary when I′m screaming unicorn (unicorn)
Show me who we bumpin' on, show me who we smokin′ with
Handle like some lunatics and get into some killer shit

S-H-A-double G-Y (S-H-A-double G-Y)
Why? 'Cause I run with a hatchet guy
Let me go ahead and check my watch (for what?)
So I can see how much time you got (ah)
Before the hatchet that I run with
Swings down and splits your face (shit)
I understand why everybody wants to be down with me (why)
I′m rolling with Jumpsteady (I'm rolling with Jumpsteady)


Psychopathic, we crazy than a motherfucker
ABK in this bitch undercover (no what?)
No badge, no cuffs, no jail
I′ll just beat you in the head with my 40 into your tail
Detroit Hatchet Family on the scene (scene)
Juggalo deputies, bitch you know what I mean
Taking over the world with no means to quit
With some underground hatchet swinging illusional shit (what?)

Legs down and head up
Making hair stand up on the back of your neck
I'm coming for you haters, little bitch that you are
You can run, you can hide, but you won't get far
Bullets for you critics running your mouth
All your talking that shit will get your fucking brains blown out
The game is deep, the stakes are high, and so am I
I don′t live and let live, I take an eye for an eye (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 Pain becomes your reality

These ain′t no two-hand touch, so get your helmet on
Or you might just get planted on your neighbor's front lawn
We some gravediggers with the shovels and boots
We on some wicked shit, hiding in hovels and under stoops
I′m on a whole different level
Leave you and the devil in the dust
With a sign saying, "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 (that I was heaven-sent)

For a locust, I′m a hundred-ton death from above
To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove
For a pilot, I'm a Gandhi with a beard and a trench coat
Chilling first class, steady sipping on a Coke
To a paranoid cop, I′m a Game of Warden′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

I take a chill like a heater in my back (where it's at?)
I′m the sniper on the roof busting shots with my gat (gat)
With something scattered with bullets flying through the air
'Cause I leap off the roof thirty feet without a care
Just to break off my leg and shit (ah!)
Get up and beat a motherfucking pig with it (uh)
′Cause cops ain't shit, they get their motherfucking throat cut
Wrapped in bloody sheets and tossed up in my trunk (and tossed up in my trunk)

A Bruce Brother nerd sipping gasoline Slurpees
Rocking a Rare Breed and shooting these 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 Tools with the pitch shifter
We′ll always be underground, not just at first
I ain't trying to play myself the fuck out like Fred Durst

Faggots stay big and fluffy like marshmallows
And stomp hoes in your fucking Marys like the Goodfellas
Not in it for the cheddar, or in it for the hoes
But I love the Juggalettes like Pete′s Faygo
Newports in the blunt to fuck
And a half a cup of syrup when it's time to get drunk (uh)
Nightclub in my trunk with my disco balls
And my hatchet in the air screaming, "Fuck y′all!" (Fuck y'all!)

I′m the urban legend in your backseat
With a hook to your head while you're rolling down the street
Most people, they look at me and run
Like they up in the club, and I pull out a gun (boom-boom)
You 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 (ooh-ooh)
Throw your hatchets high! (Throw your hatchets high!)

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 and say you thought you won just to stay alive
It don't work bitch, don′t even try it
Bullet holes in your chest from the gun that I fire (prrr)
Come correct or don't come at all
It′d be a shame to see a bunch of motherfuckers fall (bunch of motherfuckers falls)

I'm giving props to my homies on the Southwest side
Psychopathic Family ′til the day that we die
Ham up to the street team slinging them tapes
Shout out to Double-A and the Buddy Mix
Peace to my dogs running on the Eastside
My street case crowd 'til it's motherfucking worldwide
My Juggalos, we one big clique
It′s the chaos, finna come along and get with it

Psychopathic ninjas on a killing spree
Creeping in the shadows of eternity
Psychopathic ninjas you will never see
As the Phantom Pain becomes your reality
Yeah!

Lights out!
So how long you been here, old man?
Twenty years
Damn, that′s a long-ass time
You must've got caught up on some serious shit
I′ll be out in three years
You ever thought about escapin' this place?
Sure I do
But you see those walls and those gun towers and all them guards?

It makes it almost impossible for an old man like me to try to 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 every night, you can dream
That's when I escape
That's when I escape these walls