| [00:01.62] |
"The sword?" - "Come on, give me the sword" |
| [00:07.15] |
"Huh? uh.." |
| [00:09.43] |
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" |
| [00:12.36] |
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" |
| [00:17.80] |
"Pick up the sword!" |
| [00:18.86] |
Yo, ayo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy |
| [00:23.38] |
I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy |
| [00:26.44] |
I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble |
| [00:29.92] |
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles |
| [00:32.47] |
Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger |
| [00:35.63] |
Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya |
| [00:38.95] |
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric |
| [00:41.86] |
No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static |
| [00:44.97] |
Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets |
| [00:48.61] |
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shxt |
| [00:51.57] |
Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us |
| [00:54.78] |
All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers |
| [00:57.94] |
And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably |
| [01:01.11] |
Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body |
| [01:04.15] |
So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn |
| [01:07.29] |
My clique fxcking sick, nxgga, learn, baby, learn |
| [01:10.47] |
I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne |
| [01:13.68] |
They bite ya **** off, after swallowing your sperm |
| [01:16.80] |
They slice ya fxcking throat while you lay there and squirm |
| [01:20.00] |
They related to the judge, so the case get adjourned |
| [01:23.08] |
You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy |
| [01:26.88] |
I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy |
| [01:30.09] |
I put your head in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble |
| [01:33.56] |
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles |
| [01:36.00] |
Frickles and fragles, nxgga, you're too fragile |
| [01:39.55] |
Motherfxcker, my brain is on Scrabble! |
| [01:43.51] |
Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on |
| [01:47.35] |
You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on |
| [01:50.50] |
What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon |
| [01:53.76] |
Thinking that you were the shxt, nah, that's once upon |
| [01:57.13] |
I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip |
| [02:00.29] |
Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit |
| [02:03.40] |
My nxggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick |
| [02:06.56] |
Probably til midnight until, scheeming on ***** to split |
| [02:10.47] |
And then we back like crack, nxgga, take a swig of that |
| [02:13.99] |
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid |
| [02:17.51] |
Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state |
| [02:20.33] |
Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass |
| [02:22.17] |
Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave |
| [02:27.54] |
"Take the sword" - "The sword?" |
| [02:29.88] |
"Come on, give me the sword" |
| [02:34.22] |
"Huh? uh.." |
| [02:36.89] |
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" |
| [02:39.85] |
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" |
