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I be that insane nigga from the psycho I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang So how you figure that you can even fuck with Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with shit one time! And a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow I'm this ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you wanna do? More than Lee's Do I'm a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root PLO style, buddha with the owls So who's the fucking Meth-Tical On the
Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in bags, my rap style has The force to leave you lost, like the of Shabazz Murderous material, made by a the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer, rap Representing with the skill iller Dare to compare, get pierced like an ear The strictly hardware Armed and geared I just broke out the prison by the system - for murdering the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I
Slammin a verse til ya head burst I dead in the track, and that's that Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and I ran up in like Fort Knox! I'm hot, top notch, Ghost with logic Flashback's how I attacked your project I'm raw, I'm and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed'll be ill me Approachin me, you out of respect, ya neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass So the way, make way, yo! Open the cage Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway
Yo Ya gettin stripped ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least Ain't a damn changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is Quick to my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bought through my utensil The pencil, I break strong up against your Abbot, run up through your county like the Maverick through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty VUNDABAH Ol' clan of terrorists atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my nerves they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got fresh, like the old specialist A carrier, messenger, ya experience is for the whole experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP SCIENCE
My my my My Clan is thick plaster Bust ya, ya Slit a nigga back a Dutch Master Killer Style jumped off and Killa, I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier I down with phat tracks that combine and interlock Like getting smashed by a cinder Blaow! Now it's all Niggaz pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green