Ol' Dirty Bastard - Kiss Of The Black Widow lyrics

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 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 links snatched from my neck, it was the s** This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk Just met this hoe 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" RZA people, I be Bobby D-I-G-I too (Is that right?) Word and exact Girl you got a smile that a make a n***a heart crack (For real?) Word to 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 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 how you feelin', gimme some feeback boo 'cause I need that (Look Bobby, where's the beer and the weed at?) Look girl, sh** I got more than a little She set me up for the kiss of the black widow You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit 'Cause the way that I'ma 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 are spunky Sometimes I say, "Well motherf**a, what's the recipe?" I don't know I ask my ma, she don't know Go ask ya poppa It's all about me in the place to be n***a you all that, uhh Motherf**a that sh** is due it's mad Motherf**ing game and it's a goddamn shame How many motherf**as wanna know this name, Ason Yo I lock on, pa** the break, shake and motivate, stimulate By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love flood f** her 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