Rza - Bling / Durty Water Ft. Mawthra lyrics

(Disjointed) You used to call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love Call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love And I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing Ever since I left the city you Got a...wait, wrong song (Disjointed: Verse 1,2) Yo i'm the man, get on a both knees quick Boast these kicks with a motif spit Choke weak pricks for a whole week, sh** No speech shows me that I don't speak sick I'm kidding, bboy, I'm leonard nimoy Leroy jenkins, live long and prosper sipping tea boi Don't fake your d**h next march Rocking toe tags walking so fast on the d**h march A demigod, getting hennessy buzzed Sending many pennies to any semi menacing thugs Getting a ma**age and shedding my skin Snake fretting women dreading getting my webbing in them Funny how the game works, I'm loving the craft Sunning on your lame words and cutting in half And doing it in half the time, straight mastermind Bloody as baths inside a calf I'm gutting to laugh Tongue of the lamb, pungent as ham Nice folks won't run with the clan Find a good rapper not under my hands Is like tryna find normal chums I can stand I need rest sister, bless mister Dissing me and you'll wake up with s** blisters k**ua, the chest fister I'm stressed, the whole game's a mess, sister Get a grip, need the medicine Pestilence esque symptoms develop quick Swabbing the poop deck Pirate hat, iron clad mop I'm using, wired a** Tried to rap and the fda shut it down I'm a striaght f**ing clown, need another round Hear the muttered sounds I utter out Fear the haunted houses, you wanna bounce (Mawthra: Verse 3) Yo yo gimme bout four minutes Imma bring ya little 16s that're more with it Than any whittled sh**stains that're your writtens When you hear my pistol spit bang sh** is raw isn't it Motherf**er be glad that the pigs got you I don't f** with the court wouldn't been a lawsuit Would've been me pullin all the sin off you Matter' fact whole fam they get dropped too These kids liftin up but they pen copied sh** expect a little call if you rip off me If you see me on the street better dip probably b**h dont expect a diss when you been bodied No caution we throw the stone of wrath Two kings on a throne of broken gla** On a path to slow the prone collapse Of our home, the stolen notion, rap