Album: "Wu-Tang Forever"
Intro: Roxanne It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang
motherfuckers (3X)
It's Wu, ah goin on
Verse One: The Genius/GZA
Reunited, double LP, (we're all/world) excited Struck a match to
the underground, industry ignited from metaphorical parables to
fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the
turf Scattin all soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions,
throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if
you master addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint
on the wall, for the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation
of it, was plural Rhyme while I limp here, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the
unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to
manage
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus
Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the
skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get
shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk my
name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma
serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse,
heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum
frisbees on my wall, lookin properly but come-ly, I U.F.O. you
Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come
to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around
like a plane about to crash
*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*
[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
Yeah... and RZA
Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger
dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from
pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like
B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like
video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage attack when you
least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap
souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the
golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with
cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen
bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no
hands and feet to complete us and we return like Jesus, when the
whole world need us
Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung
Is it appetite for destruction Slap a murder rap on this
production, I touch somethin trust nuttin Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle Worldwide
total carnage, the sickest flow that be code named Agent Orange,
killin you slow It's only right you pay homage to those that's
bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a rock when I
strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant,
her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine Drunk off of cheap
wine Each line be on point when I speak mine On behalf of my
crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu Thirty-Six more deadly
Chambers, to take you through
Outro: Roxanne
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)
*violins play on for a while*
It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng Wu-Tannnnnnnng
[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...