| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| I’m a hoodie ninja (hiya!)
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| Got my ninja bag AKA a pillow case
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| Filled with nacho flavored combos, a flashlight, and masking tape
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| We got hoodies and some goodies, we got tools and also talent
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| Fisher/Splinter stealth and some Barnum and Bailey balance
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| A Katana and a shuriken so lets hurry across the yard
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| If there’s dobermans jump over them it shouldn’t be that hard
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| The objective is reconnaissance the subject is a hottie
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| Redhead from my homeroom with a bad ass little body
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| Hella dope telescope from little bros pirate phase
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| She’s about to change for bed we gotta get there right away
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| I can’t make out so I stake out take a doughnut make it glazed
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| I climb the tree and finally I feast upon her frame
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| She’s rockin' cotton panties, Sanrio so it seems
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| She’s strechin' and profechin', she’s the cutie of my dreams
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| Lose the T, Thirty-two B’s. |
| Yes I know her cup size
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| IMAX in my spy glass while my balls get bug bites. |
| (OUCH!)
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| I’m a ninja I’m a hoodie ninja
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| You’re off guard ninja stars now you’re injured
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| Tough luck, nun chuck break your fingers
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| Gotta bolt cause I don’t wanna linger
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| Got my ninja getup it’s a Fett’s 'Vette sweatshirt
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| Rockin' awesome drawstrings tied so tight that my head hurts
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| Stolen black slacks that are supposed to be for church
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| Stuff the cuffs into my Chucks now I’m a ninja thanks to merch
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| I got a kaginawa, that’s a grappling apparatus
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| Empanadas from my mama her burritos are the baddest
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| Lets eat 'em in the shed where my father keeps his porn
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| And I’ll explain the mission its so bitchin' word is born
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| Gym coach is a Nazi always got me runnin' laps
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| I know he doesn’t like me you should hear his frightening laughs
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| Can’t put up with the push-ups and the crunches got me cranky
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| So we’re gonna drop a dookie on the driveway like I’m Banksy
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| Yo you keep a look out while I drop my Fruit of Looms
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| And build myself a built to scale model of Mt. Doom
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| We hear the garage door motors and we motor mad fast
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| Drop a deuce into my shoes now I’m runnin' crap laps |