Kickin' Kickin' - Insane Clown Posse
Why must you challenge me? It's fate, I was born a ninja warrior, and I have to prove myself to all ninjas that I'm the best around Then you've got to defeat me first Sure Black gi, black mask, nunchucks ninja round kick on you dumbfucks Built like a dumpster? Balance on chopsticks Back flips, dive rolls Dope drop kicks Kick fast, cross face whiplash Knocked out cold you see the quick flash Legs busy as fuck Like Mr. crabs feet Ninja suisme roundhouse foot No master, self taught outlaw 5 right feet to the jaw in the southpaw Quick kick, turn your head like it's a thick chick Knock an eyeball out Like you slick rick Take the right side of my foot and place it where your teeth was let you taste it rapidly before your back hit street You get punched slapped smacked and kicked with my quick Claw to the neck, chop to the skull call for the rest and I'm droppin em all paw to the jaw fall to a crawl shadow on the wall was all that he saw wire,neck, pull, slice kill em, finish my bowl of rice assassination you know the price shit kow! Like dolomite attack in the dark like poltergeist you're pressing your luck like roll the dice and come back buddy when I hold the mic ninjas creep in the cold of night kickin, kickin lunaticin Skin a chicken kick your dick in inflicted pain wicked game ninjitsu get insane?
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Title: Kickin' Kickin'