Ninjarous (feat. MF DOOM)

Brand new crisp beef and brocks, piss on 'em Season box tickets, teeth and socks, whiz kiss on 'em Silver green argyle, yank fitted edit Anything he spitted at, kilted-ed it, dead it Stomp gators, a little more complicated-er Competition slayer, no paid for no pleasure hater Later, we don't listen to no demos And don't know why folks keep missin' these new memos Work wit' me, wittingly jerk a whole city cripple Hit a key in C, perk a 'ole titty nipple G stacks, sheets one feet in a street still Three crack beats heat from here to Peekskill To eat with mills, and a heap of cheap thrills Ballin' in a gutter like, 23in Jeep wheels All in together bruh, keep from out the rain If you can't speak the weather of the pain from the smotherer Lover, who needs a stronger umbrella Put it on the list so nothin' wrong he'll ever tell 'ya Any song he sells 'ya from his brain is the zaniest Villainous, the arcane-iest, miscellaneous Main vein bust, maintaining the grain dust As he gingerly touch the paintbrush, the mange crust Dange', what's the deal? And suggest the numbers Front us somethin' real for a peak of summer thumperers Got it? Good then 720 credit spotted in the hood again, knocks to the bin Once the guitar part starts to leak quarts Hunter orange Carhartt complete with fatigue shorts Double thick cap to match with the pocket top Stay up in the aim to get maimed when the rocket drop Akh, it's a shame, got the goggle frames, transition lenses It's not a game, carpool lane, whizzes in Benz's His intentions is tremendous, but will he sway? This invention as horrendous as a filthy lay It extends just past the fringes of the milky way Ninjarous, best to not offend us, have a ilky day