Album Name : The Mighty Death Pop Box Set
Release Date : 2012-08-14
Song Duration : 3:38
Insane Clown Posse Kickin' Kickin'
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 fade
whiplash
Knocked out cold
you see the quick flash
Legs busy as f..ck
Like Mr. crabs feet
Ninja sutsui
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 big chick
Knock an eyeball out
Like you slick prick
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
red neck, pork sliced
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?