Wu-Tang Clan
Belly soundtrack
Windpipe
[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo *psht* yo, yo
Park the jeep on the street of the sunset marquee
Autographs sign and pass with a gold tipped sharpie
Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch
All you faggots try to dust my shit like Ed Koch
Underground left in white pants, surround sound, can't be scared
Beat your hands, videotape, Steadycam
Golden chrome Desert Eagle never left at home
Took the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well cultured
True enemies my melanin, the poison glucosage
I open to fold ya, Dirty fuck the ogre
I leave the cats a book of food stamps in their quarters
Deposit equal, a fifty sack of that lethal
Or just reboot and bloody cuse scapes from evil
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Chorus: (4x)
Now what party can you go to
And I ain't there, you bitches actin like you don't care
[RZA]
You bitches actin like you don't care
You bitches actin like you- yo
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tubesocks
Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks
Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets
Black hooded, surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land like my cousins dusty, dirty ass Dan
Fuck the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
Taste redub, pound you with the ace of clubs
Pop your tree to a shrub
Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub
Passin in portrait
My beer spread eagle wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it with a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil, you could hear her cough it
I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah but I'm out to fuck Tyra
Starks might fuck Mya
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm the pussy vampire
I don't wanna work no more
I want my own island in west Shaolin
I don't toke while I talk
Chorus (4x)
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo I'm bent out, 3 days, 2 nights Shawn spent out
One hell of a cruise, New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance, they frontin
I'm 2 seconds from twistin y'all shit over nothin
All of a sudden ice grills kid, you did a baby bid
In the mix almost hung yourself, slit your wrists
To the maximum, hand me the 40-ott grasp and split out
Guess who gassed and made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, far slit slang ho
Runnin from 2 assaults, a rap and I might blow
World cup, some been blessed with the stanley
Evolve and do more than grab racket with the parakeet
Sideline maneuver, polish wax MC remover
Niggas with long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises
Cantaloupes, tied a thousand on yard posts
Came home to dust head dog tryin to play me close
Sweepin peeps for years
Now listen I'm up choppin this kid
I might do magic, make him disappear
And railroad that nigga, isotola, Coca-Cola holder
Snap the granola, sprinkle Ginkobolas
Venom from a cobra lacin the cummy ball odor
Soaked through his brain and here's a dose of
The King James version, these days is like Samson with a vex
That'll kill Roger's 007, Hanna Barbera
Heart's the opposite of Indian gear
Fuck with mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe Captain and Tennile, enacted in Golden Sail
Knots like Mr. Wouldn'tdare, your girl's chippin Dale
Segal bitch all up in your dogged out trench
When I snatch that, shit was broke, should've sent your ass back
It was the keys to the hatchback
Pop that, get in, throw a bag full of mics and respect that
Chorus: (4x)
What party can you go to
And Wu ain't there, these niggas actin like they don't care
What party can you go to
And Wu ain't there, these hoes actin like they don't care
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