(Ayo, that crusty-ass hobo from behind the laundromat is popping off again. You know, the one who thinks he’s a ninja?) Ninja Dan? What’s he mad about this time? Somebody steal his foam sword? (Nah, bro. He’s out there yelling “yo” like it’s a Pokémon move, and I swear I heard him say he wants to be "in you real quick") Ewww, what in the actual fuck?. Hold up—I gotta hear this tragic-ass freestyle for myself.. Steel versus wood? My god you sound gay, looking at you like your uncle, you’re easy prey. Oh and by the way, your “dojo” is nothing but piss and decay. That doesn't even mention how your baby mama gets paid She gets dicked down, no way? on-stream, all day, all the dudes fuck her until she say, "go get dan he needs a taste" they need their cuck boy back, shes in the backroom You’re a fantasy ninja who jerks to cartoons, In his mom’s basement in a crusty ass suit. I’m the abyss no worries, I’ll end you real soon, Put your body in the dirt ‘neath the light of the moon. but stop real fast lets think about the doom you brought on yourself you're a fuckin buffoon, You went at my wife? That’s a bold move, bitch, She said, “Who’s this weak fuck with a micropenis?” One stroke, two strokes? You’re a premature glitch, Your girl hit me up, said your pipe don’t exist. You’re a puddle of jizz; I’m an ocean of pain, I drown weak little fucks who pretend they have game. Your master’s ashamed; you’re a fraud to his name, your mom calls you “Dan the Unbearable Shame.” Your “hurricane sex”? That’s a storm that won’t spin, Your girl said you came before the foreplay begin. Now she’s hitting me up, wants something that aint that thin, hit her back with an eggplant and a sinister grin While you’re home searching for a way to win just thought id let you know, you got semen on your chin You say “You fucked my mom?” thats already been said, Another rookie bitch mistake from that hole in your head. Your whole rap is a corpse that I’ve left torn to shreds, While your mom’s at my place, getting wrecked in my bed. Your kicks miss the mark, and your punches are a joke, You’re the type to throw hands and end up in a choke. You’re a Craigslist assassin who’s forever broke, While I’m stacking these bodies like I’m building a moat. Your life is a swamp, and I’m draining it dry, Stay out of this pond, dont know why you even try Your skills are a myth; you know its a fuckin lie. Now do like all the others and get real fucking shy Your bars are a stunt, your lines don’t apply, I’m the reaper who arrived just to watch you comply. Your twelve “yo’s” in a track were a desperate act, Like your life, they repeat ‘cause your skillset’s cracked. You’re a ninja in name, but your discipline’s lacked, More like a little kid trying to claim his belts black You probably shouldn't fight men when you lack a ballsack You’re a weak little bitch, you can try and fight back, But I’m fuckin insane and I'll split you in half. Your girl’s in my phone, sending pics of her rack, Saying, “Dan’s just a fraud, and his dick game’s wack.” Now someone hold my beer while I bury this hack This ain’t MMA where the fighters don’t stall, No cleats, no swords, just your fists and your balls. No costumes or gimmicks, no fake protocol, Just blood on the mat when a real man brawls. You’d crumble in seconds, you’re soft to the core, Your swamp’s a retreat for the weak and the poor. You’re a fraud with no heart, just a bitch with no roar, While I’m stacking these wins and then adding one more. Now lets discuss your grandma, "The original whore" does she still work the block near the 7/11 store? You’re no ninja, Dan, just a clown with no source, This pond’s for the strong, and you’re drowning, of course.
