Ol' Dirty Bastard - Kiss of a Black Widow lyrics

[Ol' Dirty ba*tard (RZA)] Let me tell y'all all something motherf**ers (Oh you complaining about that man?) Yeah them motherf**ers belong to us Straight up, tell all ya'll motherf**ing hoes Ya'll motherf**ers know what's the f**ing time You think we don't love you motherf**ers? Run in to the motherf**ing courts with all that bullsh** motherfuka I'm letting all ya'll motherf**ers know I'm getting tired a that sh** You motherf**ing triple breed motherf**ers b**hes we love you motherf**a Verse 1: RZA (Ho) Bobby Digi, Bob Digital sh** is critical Laid the f** up inside the hospital It's a riddle of a sphinx b**h had me jinx wid hijinx Cuban linx snatched from my neck It was the s** This 12 ounce bottle of Beck's had me drunk One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk Just met this ho last month Lookin' 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!" Where's your people? I be Bobby D-I-G-I-tal (Is that right?) Word, and exact Girl you got a smile that a make a n***a heart crack (For real?) Word, ya 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 bu*t-naked I'll invade your inner space *Sniff* Straight up boo Damn I can taste it! One drop of s**m 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, now how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that (Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?) What girl? sh** I got more than a little She set me up for the kiss of the black widow Verse 2: O.D.B You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit Cause the way that I'mma 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 b**h keep that in your head My beats are funky my rhymes is funky Sometimes I say well motherf**a what's the recipe? I don't know! I ask my mama, she don't know! Go ask ya poppa.... It's all about me in the place to be n***a you all that uhhh.... Motherf**a that sh** is jinxed it's mad Motherf**ing game and it's a God-damn shame How many motherf**as wanna know this name, Ason Yo I LOCK ON pa** the break! Shake and motivate, stimulate [RZA] By this wiz that you dying to have in your clutch Fall in love like a drug Call out into her love flood f**in' so much, dunn you'll 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