DONKEY
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An a Woo locking swatts down
Hey, what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous.
Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
I'm guard. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.
Bring the motherfuckin' Rockets!
Bring the motherfuckin' Rockets!
Bring the motherfuckin' Rockets!
Bring the motherfuckin' Rockets!
Go to space!
Touch the blast of a hype burst!
My clock burst!
Leaving a hurts!
I come rough!
Jump like an elephant tough!
Yeah, head rough!
Fly like Egyptian musk!
Ah, shit!
Wu-Tang clings!
Bump the wicks in!
However, I'm master of tricks!
Just like Nixon!
Cours in terror!
Quick damage, a whole era!
Hard rocks is like the fuck up!
A fam stop!
Wu-Tang style!
Hazardous!
Cause I'm back this dangerous!
I blow spots like Quaco Texas!
I watch my back like I'm locked down!
Hardcore hitting sound!
Watch me act cool!
And see a jam!
Under the reticent ass!
Soul's going gold, no doubt!
And you watch according to the flow!
Shit, they ain't getting all that!
Carry and catch, but you're my plan!
Throwing like 40 backs!
Now you're actin' bitch!
I guess it makes sense!
Wu-Tang goes!
Reckless sick!
I wait for one to act up!
Yeah, I got him backed up!
Gun to his neck now!
Be act what?
And that's one in the chamber!
Wu-Tang bang up!
36,000 dangerous!
Bring the motherfucking rockers!
Bring the motherfucking rockers!
Bring them fuck, bring the motherfucking rockers!
Bring them motherfucking rockers!
Bring them motherfucking rockers!
Bring them motherfucking rockers!
Bring them motherfucking rockers!
Bring them motherfucking rockers!
I whip it, hardcore like one of Alsic bitches!
I roll with group segato bessicks with biscuits!
Check it, mummet it on the microphones.
On the microphone's bangin' Wu-Tang slang
I leave your head piece bangin' Plus this, I'm kickin' like Sigour
I'm a justice to waleness Just who this fuck is?
Rapper, a rebellious tool with a toe
Murder one, my style shots are not like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I reckon with the quickness
Sad it on the microphone, the competition get blowin'
But it's nasty ass nigga with my nigga
There is a tool, it's like a rolling gun
Like a trigger, so bad Scabbin' up the pad
But the pain, crap, crap I scream on your ass
Like your dad bring it on
Bring them motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring them motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring them motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring them motherfuckin' ruckus
Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break glutes, then trample shit
Well, I stop a model in that ass cookin' straight up
The start is creepin' up on site, that was fight night
Two tank slangers, bad fuckin' dangers
They're more deadly than a stroke of an axe
Chopping through their backs, keepin' boxed in
It's all the tax niggas tryin' to play, tell me who wins them
I blow up this fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act
The terrorism, you wanna bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus, and I provoke niggas to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' pain
Who sellin' game, I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the rushin', it's the real tank
Who let slip up, you get fucked like you's that
Bring the fuckin' ruckus
Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
I'm done
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
Close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm missin'
Close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
Maybe I'm the black sheep of rap snuckin' VIP
Make records, been killin' niggas like I'm Chi Ali
Tunkin' spit spread, epidemic plague
Swung this hit blade, you better off dead
This firm that created juice should've been head
Or should've been that nasty runnin' down your mother's leg
Justice can't stand me
Wanna hostage my family like Marcus can't be
But goddamn, we some boss players
Homies East, Southwest, hottest 97%
So next time folks flex, drop a bomb to what you said
Your baby son a drop a shitty diaper
On your head from the bump bitch or shit
Close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
Everything written is guillotine
To leave a nigga lookin' like Grenadine
Got a bitch from the Philippines with an emerald nose ring
Masterbatin' with a magazine
When we Pauline, Jean-Pauline Francaise
I'm a bitch in my pelchon, spitbin' on
Hood fell on, hood cout with a sleeve
Get your girls from, fantasize of me
Touch a pearl tongue, fervon, take the seat
Sip this old J, slow lay
Got a witch from the bowl play
Look by it low, nibble my diamond
Pillow, cough, keep it a moment, you know I'm lyin'
Pegging me to stay, started cryin'
Speedy Gonzalez, iceberg, a banana Kobe Bryant
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
I'm close, hold your breath
And get stuck, get stuck there
Bitch nigga, you ain't a murderer
You're up in your mouth, cause every time it's me
White cave bitch
These back right bitch, I don't play that
Just because I got on my LJ hat
Stalkin', walkin' in my big black blue
Is my Jenga way
Now you want man jingo
Big black and handsome
I should hold you down for last for grand
Some shorter like Patty Hurts
But I burst first bitch
And you know what's worse?
I'm comin' from the land where the chopper's roam
So fuck you bitch in your copper tone
Shringy hair, no derriere
Frontin' and fakin' with your silicone care
Do I wanna fuck not hardly
That's kinda like Barbie
Fuckin' Bob Marley
It ain't gonna happen
I keep rappin'
Motherfuck to kneel
But see, I'm the captain of the ship
And I'm true to the game
Y'all all look the same
Standing by my backstage
No, hopin' I will switch
Spread out your little K-Bitch
Why every time we get famous
You wanna play us right here in Amos
The devil sent you to try to tame us
But you can't tame me
With no bitch named Amy
Lookin' for the dark meat
But ho, I ain't tryin' to go off like Barclay
Cause every time I turn on the TV
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smile, I'll catch you out on the gate
But sooner or later, the bitch'll yell break
Sooner daddy find out you a digga-boom
He'll kill like he did in this hill
He tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Southern railway, nothin' but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little K-Bitch
Brian G break it down
Now, don't think that I hate you
Cause I won't date you
Bitch, I gotta stay true
You could be a fan, but don't expand
And try to get my dick in your hand
You better run to the menace, man
Pale as snow, so act like you don't know
Cause that's my smile
You better run to the menace, man
My wet in his mind up was wrong
He could've made it, but he waited
Hesitated, laying on the bitch
They caught him right in front of his mom
They did him extra dirty strip
Them tied his hands to his bands
The most school niggas left a victim
His bloody waist broken on
Cut him in his face, I heard the chants
He gon' deserve life, let him lamp
Leave me that old old tree
