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Tical (1994)
Biscuits
Intro:
What?
What you want? Represent
represent represent Yeah,
represent, check it out check it out Yo
mama don't wear no drawers! I
saw her when she took them off! Standin
on the welfare line, eatin swine Tryin
to look fine, with her stank behind You
can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical
got STYLE with his nasty ass Verse
One: Are
you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? I
even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker Bring
it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And
rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it Get
lost, I break you off something I'm
pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and You
was nothin Bet
ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin Smokin
dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and Ya
take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin Get
ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken Master
disaster at enemy rap functions Interlude:
Huh,
just an echo Yoo-hoo
ripin-ripin in the valley Yoo-hoo
ripin-ripin so to bring back Sweet
memories of you And
you can even ask your crew Betcha
bottom dollar that they tell ya fast Meth-Tical
got STYLE with his nasty ass Verse
Two: Who
said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You
wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let
me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger Didn't
momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger Now
ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler Just
recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll
even test the knuckle check on the hands of time What?
And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass All
up and down the block, the street, the isle Whatever,
smokin on a Spike Lee joint Hey
I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point Cause
they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God When
I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian The
Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit The
cuties I desire, I be the first to set itoff, flame on like the Human
Torch Fantastic
Four for all the fans in the store You
can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical
got STYLE for ya nasty ass Outro:
94
baby, word up, recognize, recognize Wu-Tang
killer bee The
RZA and the Method MZA Raider
Ruckus, where you at? |
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