RZA - Kiss Of A Black Widow Lyrics
[ol dirty bastard (rza)]Let me tell yall all something mother*****ers(oh you complaining about that man? )Yeah them mother*****ers belong to usStraight up, tell all yall mother*****ing hoesYall mother*****ers know whats the *****ing timeYou think we dont love you mother*****ers?Run in to the mother*****ing courts with all that bullshit motherfukaIm letting all yall mother*****ers know,Im getting tired a that shitYou mother*****ing triple breed mother*****ers*****es we love you mother*****aVerse 1: rza (hoe)Bobby digi, bob digital shit is criticalLaid the ***** up inside the hospitalIts a riddle of a sphinx ***** had me jinx wid hijinxCuban linx snatched from my neckIt was the sex,This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunkOne night laid up wit the ol dirt and ten bags of skunkJust met this hoe last monthLookin like a benz with a woofer in the trunkI pushed up like a push-up stickOne hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin my dickI said power equal.. boo!Rza people I be bobby d-i-g-i too(is that right? ) word, and exactGirl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack(for real? ) word to grill like a thousand dollar billClose your eyes count to three and click you heelsAnd we could end up at my place face to faceButt-***** Ill invade your inner space*sniff* straight up boo,Damn I can taste it!One drop of sperm the God wouldnt waste itOver the quilt,I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milkAnd we could lay up,And I could squeeze until it tiltsMy house built on stilts is bangin like the hiltonLook how you feelin gimme some feeback boo cause I need that(look bobby wheres the beer and the weed at? )Look girl shit I got more than a littleShe set me up for the kiss of the black widowVerse 2: o.d.bYou couldnt get a flick of the hype outfitCause the way that ima dress this style is mad wildEnough to make a crowd of women scream oww!Whether at a party or just in bedOr thoughts of ason ***** keep that in your headMy beats are funky my rhymes are spunkySometimes I say well mother*****a whats the recipeI dont know I ask my ma she dont knowGo ask ya poppa....Its all about me in the place to beNigga you all that uhhh....Mother*****a that shit is due its madMother*****ing game and its a god-damn shameHow many mother*****as wanna know this name, asonYo I lock on pass the break!Shake and motivate, stimulate[rza]By this ways that you dying you have in your clutchFall in love like a drugCall out into her love flood***** her so much dunn youll only bust bloodCaught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue.....now Im laid up inside the hospitalBobby digitals on criticalCause the testicles is drainedHuh huhNah I aint doing it right, right?Huh
