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RZA - Kiss of a Black Widow lyrics
Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA) Let me tell ya'll hol something motherfuckers (Oh you complaining about that man?) Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time You think we don't love you motherfuckers? Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,I'm getting tired a that shit You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers Bitches we love you motherfucka Verse One: RZA (Hoe) Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical Laid the fuck up inside the hospital It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx Cuban linx snatched from my neckIt was the sex, This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk Just met this hoe last monthLookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk I pushed up like a push-up stick One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick I said "Power equal.. Boo!" RZA people I be Bobby D-I-G-I too (Is that right?) Word, and exact Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack (For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill Close your eyes count to three and click you heels And we could end up at my place face to face Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space *Sniff* Straight up boo, Damn I can taste it! One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it Over the quilt, I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk And we could lay up,And I could squeeze until it tilts My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that (Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?) Look girl shit I got more than a little She set me up for the kiss of the black widow Verse Two: O.D.B You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww! Whether at a party or just in bed Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I say well motherfucka what's the recipe I don't know I ask my ma she don't know Go ask ya poppa.... It's all about me in the place to be Nigga you all that uhhh.... Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason Yo I LOCK ON pass the break! Shake and motivate, stimulate Verse Three: RZA By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch Fall in love like a drug Call out into her love flood Fuck ??? dunn you only bust blood Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue .....Now I'm laid up inside the hospital Bobby Digital's on critical Cause the testicles is drained Huh huh Nah I ain't doing it right, right? Huh |
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