Look, y'allz my bitches, don't you fuckin forget
cuz if you think this shit is tight, you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll come to your house in the darkness of night
and turn yo' nursery rhyming into a real ninja fight
now... pirates, I know you's bitches all happy to see me
Cuz I know that ain't ya sword, it's just way too teeny
but I guess you gotta make room in your pocket
for yo hand, sucka, the only thing ever gonna touch your little rocket
unless you count my sword, and by touch you mean slice
and feed it to the dogs, they'll think it's nice
them bitches are hungry, like your muthas vaginas
which I'll fill with big ninja cock right up inside 'um
but enough of you pirates, you sea-faring fags
and don't worry bout yo mothas, I won't be porkin those nasty hags
you mobsters think that your rhymes are all that
but I've heard better from kiddies saying "a cat on a mat"
you fucking I-talians think you have something great
shooting each other more frequent than yo' bitches menstrate
listen you greaseballs, you hairy-ass fucks
why don't you save us the trouble, and yourself a few bucks
bust out yo nine and pop yourself in the head
it only takes one bullet, and tada! your dead
no need for "da family" and all that bullshit
there'll be one less hitman out trying to hit
and while you're down there rotting in hell
your momma will be cookin for me, might as well
if you think she's good in the kitchen, you should see her in bed
but all you've ever done is given yo daddy head
forget about you mobsters, it's time to say ciao
it's smackdown time for those outlaws now
you western fuckrags think you da shit
but you're bout as useless as an 90 year old clit
i'll tell you the real story of how the west was won
it wasn't by your pansy ass, gun-slingin fun
back in the day, us ninjas lived out in the west
we partied every night, it was really the best
til you fucking hillbillies rode up in yo wagons
and decided to make the west the place for your faggin
since we didn't want anything to do with yo sodomy
we left you buttfuckas to live in autonomy
we decided to move to somewhere much better
without fuckin cacti, somewhere a little bit wetter
we took our rockin party out to the east side
and waited for your culture to commit suicide
but not Seppuku, cuz you ain't that coo
you just a leather-clad ass riding foo
get the fuck out of Dodge, cuz we're taking it back
we're bringing you down on yo knees with a swift ninja attack
I've had enough of all you stupid bitches; yo making me tired
getting down to your level is like chewing on a steak with my jaw wired
I'm off to other, better things to make the time pass
til you need remindin' on how us ninjas kick ass
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