Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo

Chorus:

Yo, yo it's the unspoken word
You not heard, get your brains open
Controlled emotions freewill
As the same token
Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two

[bobby digital]
Word's on the street dunn dunn bobby's goin digital
Hoverin the city inside the wonder woman's invisible jet
Clouded by the meth we move undetected
In secret society sects, narc's radar
Suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejectin lightning
Strikin like a wild knuckle fight, in new brighton
A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest
One touch of my eagle claw clutch, rips your guts
Brass head kill you fast with a rapid, head bust
Ninjas spyin, the ammo flyin, the steel iron
Blow a nigga neck from his head, like dandelions
My team is a magazine of m-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back to the catalogue, hip-hop cyborg
Bobby digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
We blowin smoke creatin scooby doo fogs
Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
Sean connery, calmly bombin mc's, who stuck on my phenomenon
Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
You worry duck, you get touched by the razor cut
You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo

The wu rag tied around your head, like a doo rag
Carry large black guns in small school bags
Funeral date, will be engraved on the wall, in roman numerals
The looney tune niggaz i be rollin with, be screwin you
Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants, with one glance
Laid back like a fat huffy bike, on the kickstands
My clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass
And shatter, leave no traces of your matter
You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep i pull your teeth
I'm vegetarian bitch, i don't need the beef
So how i spell relief? ruler z, arm leg leg arm head
B.o.b.b.y.
You don't qualify
You don't have supply
It's a natural high

Chorus

It's bobby digital, word you can't ridicule
We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you

(bobby you be on that bullshit) all the time
(with them big words and shit) i free y'all niggaz minds
(what the fuck you think you are some king or somethin
Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)

Yo, yo, my enemies of the killa bee clan's founds their peers
Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
My unpredictable lyrics straight, and spine tingling
Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggaz you be lingerin
Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
(bobby you be buggin!) girl my mind flashes
My seeds be royal, niggaz sweat muslim oil
My earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
No time for fragile planet for small wombs
My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
Champagne thoughts with bud light money, blunts dipped in honey
Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the lord
Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
These anti-crucified on my technic crossfader
Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
Physical mental emotion we will control
Infinite darts i apply to your back, like horse brandin
I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black samson

Chorus

It's bobby digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
Slimy savages, against the digital
Fuck you analog, the shit is critical

Chorus

Bobby digital, word you can't ridicule
See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
Fuck you analog niggaz we be digital

Bobby digital
Word up fuck that (bobby digital!)

We interrupt your program to bring you
*alot of static*

This is a wu-tang killa bee exclusive blast
*echoing*

Wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-tang, wu-tang,
Wu-tang, wu-tang,
Wu-tang, wu-tang....

Verse 1: bobby digital

Bobby steels fables till
Mcs get your lips stapled
Project killa hill
Is stamped on the map like the compass
Taking sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you
You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
Blast in your box walk wid alarm clocks
Cars drive explodes on the block
One stop parks, pops in trunk
Snears pop loud as glock shots
Pierced like a earring in your face
Cops stop, give a sitation
Report for radio station identification
*wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up*
Love iq got you drunk, you depressed of wu
Flying monks fatal darts from your airwaves strike you antenna
You feeled a bit shimmer
It makes your like you dimmer
You thought you turned your dial from this
You best to slit your wrists
Through the soul of your heart like dark emelius
Unfamiliar, leave no trace like simon templer
Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
In your atmosphere the rap racketeer
Six pack battery back keep em stacked
I live for hip-hop
And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipos
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

Wu-tang, wu-tang
Wu-tang, wu-tang

[martial arts movie sample]
The technique, depends mainly
On arm and finger strength
Once you've that, then the next step
Is to learn how to pierce stone
Well you might as well start practicing now
Do you-do you-do you-do you
Do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all started?
It was fighting off this blackbird
Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size
It was a very valiant insect
And that's why the technique, needs a brave man
And a strong one, who isn't afraid of birds

[bobby digital]
Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and sword kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, b-boy bob digital
Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone rituals
We be the humble most calmest individuals
Hard to spot microdots, we sasquatch
Stomp mc's, third eye cyclops lazer beam shots
Being fired once the father get raised up
We john blaze up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun
Never left for a stun dunn, atilla the hun
Type killa park hilla, eighteen wheeler mack's
In the truck lanes, from the rugged grains
Of shaolin soil, the red wolves be prowlin
Howlin over the shit that got the whole world bowin
We spoiled, one thousand swordsmen
One thousand recordings, one thousand wu stores and
One thousand rap tours and global insurance
Not your everyday occurance
My rhyme torments mc's with the fear of god
You'll be cursed like farad, and struck by the iron rod
Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-pow

Chorus: tekitha

Hell's wind staff, the wrath of black titans
Niggaz battlin, sword swingin
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow skill by night
(repeat 2x)

[movie dialogue]
Man-mantis style isn't easy to learn
A mantis is small, but powerful
With it's arms, it can lift up many times it's own weight

[masta killa]
On behalf of the wu-tang clan i'll display
The hong kong, shaolin king kong poems
Slaps niggaz in half from kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like allah math, the hell's wind staff
Watch the eight diagram strike the diaphragm
Pierced lung minute from tongue double-edged
Sound the drum, here i come as predicted
Holdin the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
Swallow the shell, east new york terrorist
Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand
Grabs the mic stand, smooth as water
Spat seven seas you've not yet mastered
Breathe and lungs wheeze, earth kills
I'm wreckin mc's, blood spills, meadow is round
The piercin sound of silence deafens ears
Fires fears, wood sharp eagle claw tears
Tree from bark, hard to maintain control
When you leakin i stand with the strength of jobe
And hold pressure that'll bust your head, while i'm teachin
Civilization, one havin knowledge
Wisdom understanding, culture refinement
Knowledge savage in pursuit of happiness
Thunderous mantis, all chant this

Intro: [bobby (baretta)]

*word up!*
Straight up,
Spread my knowledge through your projects
(knowledge through)
Straight up
(word up)
Word up

*the chief noble oble same total controller of the*
*global over law the thousand mcs grab proposal*
*jakes that mould you taste will hold you hostage*
*peace will fold you like a wallet flies get swatted*
*once they spotted infra-red dotted head red targets*

Chorus:

*yo, we smoke blunts, throw weight, bust shots,*
*attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent,*
*drink red label duck from jakes we flagrant*
*keep the gear pressed *

Verse 1: bobby

I'm paranoid of loizoid
We fight like guiver against the hyperzoid noids
High achiever mind computes like a thiever
Thoguhts connect like the quarterback to the wide receiver
Stay blunted drinking cokey nine hundred
Never fronting on my niggas on the battle zone
Thoughts flip before they change your whips on the
Good ship jesus before kimet was called egypt
Before the bloods and crypts tomahawks and pimps
Eighteen pumas spazed we still had balds and braids
Amplify the sound of the earth rotation
Who could pin-point the exact location in space
It's to see hear and feel the earth rotation
That's why knowledge is the basic foundation of
All days and creation, like man is the foundation of
His family and the sun's the foundation of the solar system
Wisdom is the manifestation when words and actions are put
Into activation escape this captivation niggas busting
Wasting shots like masturbation transforming like gobots
They created a race of robots our new rulers are
Computers abbott's been known now come through to us
Heads drifting in space like asteroids,
Pass the roids, savages trading places like dan akyroid
The truth is ignored, these devils must be destroyed

Chorus: bobby

Search for the better things in life
Beef wid wife make a nigga live a street life
We smoke blunts, throw weight, pay rent

Verse 2: baretta nine

Yo, check it out, yo, one two, yo
Soon to smooth litigating
Camouflage educating
Baretta nines barating
Only smoke rounds a day and
Ain't nothing to overdo the shit
Ya'll niggas best to come up quick
We gonna start and finish it
Cause i'm sure watch me murder it
Undersiege fatigue get bat at major league
Nine industry forms that be forced from catigues
We live righteous tc they go up do the same
Fuck the fame we hear the bill better keep your
Eyes peeled fuck around get killed it ain't safe no
Fucking more c-ciphers at my door and i got more
Than one war, i'm gonna stay on my toes and do the one
To two timers, we gon' make this year our year to
Beware peace to rhymers our life is in a bond-a
Sware we gotta find a, way out we took the crypt ride
We all about, on these streets trying to make ends meet
Stay on my feet gotta eat god you things is deep peep
The sleep, how you see camouflage these cats
We on that bullshit, last days thinkings of snakes
And either pull it soft you know like an afro
Other cats sit like castro i murder that snitch ass
Donnie brasco, we dissatisfied of your devils
Running running high, my mind and my physical be unified
To the day we testify we wanna be penalised
Form god allah motherfuckers best recognise

Chorus: rza

A bag of dast mixed wid stress
Search for the better things in life
Beef wit wife make a nigga wanna live a street life
We smoke blunts, duck jakes, pay rent, stay bent,
Attend wakes, baby make
Search for better things in life,
Beef wit wife, make a nigga wanna live a street life

(sing first 4 lines of first verse)

[intro: rza]
Wu-tang worldwide, wu-tang, bobby digital worldwide
Wordlwide, word up, all y'all crab mc's out there
Let me spark y'all like this one time

[rza]
Yo, i make your fragile bones rattle with babbles, chrome bowls
Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles
To ya head, you'll be spread across the floor
And ain't headed for a bead of roses
Needle threaded, one jaw have said it
By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float
You sink to the brink of extincted animals
While i bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals
Steal stinger, killa bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences
Quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked
Meditate, build the house on the next dimension
My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, i got to spit this verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, i got to spit this verse, yo

Pound drop your head to the canvas
It's like you got no fuckin manners
You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners
Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers
Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister
You can't compare to an atom of my hair
While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear
Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere
Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear
Mcin is easier to me than breathin
And makin beats to me is easier than bein
Killin vibes is easier than seein
I be geein, and fuck with the wu-tang clan is wildin
Bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez
Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees
My mind sees all of the unusual energies
Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, i got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck it, i got to spit it

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me
Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps
Rap malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4
Millenium falcon, just to protect the wu-tang's sacred valium
Chased by jake's planes, i race state's police
We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts
Unpredictable pain is inflictable
Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class
Is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes
This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses
Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted
Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo
Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you
From a towerin speaker, i tape your ear to the tweater
My mental idea's are more severe than your heater
Innocent drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us
They love us like babies, once they get to know us
Your floweress is powerless against me

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, i got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk
Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts
Smellin like i ran over i skunk
Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month
But fuck that, i got to get the verse out my lung

[intro: the rza, (beretta 9)]
Yo, what up, dunn, (yo, yo, yo)
Aiyyo, peace, yo, what up, dunn
(word, just watching the studio
Got all the word on the street)
What you was outside yesterday
(for a minute went to the store, you know)
Caught them cats at store
Some bugged out shit was going on last night
Fucking with them niggaz off the av. and shit
You know (word) niggaz be bugging out there
(yo, what's the word on the street)
Yo, fuck that, yo

[the rza, (beretta 9)]
I heard cops raided the weed spot and four deep
They backed two dreads in the eighty ?gymtory?
You know who i mean, he moved from shaolin to queens
Fronting like he was down with the escobar team
(i heard t.t. got shot in the ass for some wiz
And binky caught two to the ass, but, yo, he lived)
And plus little duck and love, they got busted
(tell them niggaz, don't be slinging while they dusted)
See, me little cousin shawn and his man royce
(yea, shawn broke his arm on the basketball court)
Word, his sister febe got cut off from welfare
And those two nappy head kids got sent back to child care
Bastard, he got slapped by ?mouth gib?
Acting like he had an arm to take in his crib
(yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib)
It's the projects, dunn, you got one life to live
(murder, caught 2-4, homicide)
Mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified
Hold on, god, chill, my other line
(make it fast, kid, don't have me on hold for a long time
It's twenty cents a call and i only got a dime
It's hot on the block and i'm surrounded by crime)
Yo, aiyyo, chica-check the draw that was my little niggaz hama
He said he just got some power-u from your niece tanya

[holocaust, (ms. roxy)]
(bobby digital), wu-tang killer bees
(its all about bobby, i'm floatin in your galaxy)

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made mc's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, i infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz i'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me
I'll break it simply, i'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
Bath
While, i'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee mc's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, i injure bars
While, bobby's throwin razor cd's like ninja stars

[rza]
Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh

Yo, yo, yo, dropped down a man-hole, yo, i rap ammo
Blows out your candle, check, yo
Dropped down a man-hole, i rap ammo
Blows out your candle, have wu-tang tagged up on your tombstone by jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
To a hundred beats per a second, my mic's secret weapon
Infertiate your style to that of led zeplin
Encyclopedia brittanica, hanna barbera, world of superest incher
Couldn't give a proper word on the scripture of my manner
You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
Mc's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel
Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
Nuclear explosion, under my control of your country
My technique, he vocabulary freak
Recite for state, my divine is like dante's peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in patmoss
Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast
King cobra, back blew back and bare foot
On the roof dusted out, waitin for carriers
Poppin like orville redd'n bocker or betty crocker
The pop secret is the fourty-five glock popper
Control men like rats thats controlled by ben or willis
American express privelages, blood spillage
We got more balls then village
Star-spangled banner, soldier stand up
Cobra commander, stop the propaganda
Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded
Digital warfare torments your head, eye's bloated
Nexus floated, poison darts quoted
American eagle stingin up blue beetle bailey
On the wine mixed with hennessey daily
Keep thee scaly, israeli niggaz from the clan
We bide the omish that'll harness the promised land

[dr. doom]
Yo, yo, yo, you can't escape from the dr. of doom
My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms
That full moon on all you dumb-dumbs
Watch your filthy rise away like soap scum
The war-lord swingin flamin swords just like a shogun
Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arches like flamin archmen
My killer bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
So, tape with caution, we attack like black martians
Corner of the market, by usin digital strategies
Reefer sparks my acid battery, yall niggaz flatter me
With all that tough talk, i drop bombs like mookie blaylock
>from the outside or the inside, create intense rides
When my pen glides all mc's will get they heads flied
For talkin shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
Killer bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
We conquered it, mother fuckers

[ghostface killah]
Eh yo, the beat terminal, exquisite young coolie high production
Caught up in the hollow-head suction
Ten pogo sticks, two black-belts that break bricks
Diet coke meetin's with the rich
I'm faithfully married to rap
We've been engaged for twelve years
Tyson bite holyfield ear
We love the sport, look out your window
Now see, pull up to say, yall be amazed me
Tony starks, spaceship, ran by a daughter's cellar
Only man out, walked through hell
Dick swingin like shit went well
Call it the mighty joe young
Double-swirl slush, wonder woman, sapphire shit with the pearls
It looked real nice, yo, heavy on the gravy
Third, bag a secretary in the glaze, he tagged eighty words
From whirl-winds to whirl-pools, see wise watch the earth spin
Sunny-dance with the serpent, who shot jj and its my bone
The same nigga ridin the train, same nigga with his name on the jacket
Switch to chaseable, inhaled the bad bag of that jason
Fell out twice in the basement
Straight up and down, yall

[intro: rza/bobby digital]
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

[chorus: rza/bobby digital]
It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked

[rza/bobby digital]
This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme fashous
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black silhouette
Of the dark ninja, lion king of the jungle, simba
Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
We and dr. strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
Phat cappadonna tape stuck inside my benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin
The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to dirt was up in the riker's fuckin a female
Co, wu-tang keep it on the d-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insite like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats material
Injections, lethal injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler zig-zag-zig allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Suggled author bizmark, yo

[chorus]

[islord]
Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on majory once the god slides in
On the scene, love-love in the place to be
All-american lyrics, the top choice
In this rap market from now y all the way to england
Cuz my click be jinglin under wu-tang productions
This crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes
Faster than the rate of the earth travel
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the god power for never fallin for nothin less
Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
Golden suitcases, slitted across the table
To walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

[9th prince/madman]
Yo, i build with the great minds of africa
Rza, star trek voyager, killah hill side strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North american, arabian, high ? indian
9th prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like dr. kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battle to rade the castle
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual
English grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the death of princess diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

[rza/bobby digital]
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

[chorus x2]

[outro: rza/bobby digital]
Word up, fuck what you think
Word up, yo

*beepin sound to fade*

[girl]
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga i'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga i'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, bobby you ain't shit
Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
Your whips ain't shit, nigga, i'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Nigga, i'm the shit...

[rza] (girl)
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
'fore i grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, i fucking slave trade your ass like kizzy kinte
(but wait, fuck you motherfucker)
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
(your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making (???), bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave! what the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, i ain't taking this shit no more!
Spending all my cream on gucci, phillies and coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, i ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day i catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
When i first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, i'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to i would follow
Now, when i fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the us highways
Fuck a new nigga every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch i'll bust yo guts!
(you come so quick nigga)
Wonder why i come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
But when i'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About m-g-t, and g-c-c

'cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit

[rza] [girl]
But fuck it, yo
Let me get this fucking phone
Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
Business. end the fuck, or i'll pull
The motherfucking chord out of the
Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.
Yo god, this bitch is bugging i'm sick of this shit motherfucker
Get the fuck out, i'm throwing
All the shit on the motherfucking
Terrace, right now. i'm sick of
I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. my
Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too
Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, i don't give a fuck, fuck that
House man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
These motherfuckers sleeping in the
Fucking living room. my seeds run into
These motherfuckers, these niggaz are
Yo, hey hewey, hey hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
Fuck you, yo god, my bitch... shit. fucking dirty toilet seats and
This bitch is stupid man shit. my seeds gotta sit on this shit.
Get these motherfuckers out this
Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. get the fuck
Girl the gas yo out. every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. get the fuck out my lab.
Come on you's a hoe!
You'se a hoe motherfucker don't make me pick up
You'se a hoe this bottle. don't make me pick up
You'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.
You'se a hoe
Hoe! hoe!
Hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
Hoe! hoe! bastard!
Fuck you!
Hoe! you fucking bastard!
Hoe! bastard! bastard!
Fuck you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, god
Bastard! bastard! bastard!
She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
You're fucking stupid
You're fucking stupid
We'll be back son now that's right, tell that
We'll be back motherfucker to call you back
'cause you ain't going to steal
This motherfucking phone