[RZA]
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Watch your hoe look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
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Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole
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You play the target, and I be the guiding missile
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Oh, how they long this strong grissle
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Yup, see that flesh is weak
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But it taste so good, they want the recipe
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The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
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Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up
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Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
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Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
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Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
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How dare you try to come and gas crash from me
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You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
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It's I God, inside your iPod
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Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard
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[Chorus: RZA]
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Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
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You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina
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[RZA]
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Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky
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Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye
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Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs
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Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride
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Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
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Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory
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You like fourth period, son, you history
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White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously
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Vanilla Pearline, had the saline
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Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream
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[Chorus]
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[RZA]
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Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team
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I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
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Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
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Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona
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The Wolf
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RZA |