Rza - Windpipe lyrics

[RZA] Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign and pa** wit a gold tip Sharpie Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch All you f*ggots try to judge my sh** like Ed Koch Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared Plea the amps, video tape, steady cam Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seed and wiz well-cultured Peal enemies, my melon dim, the poison blue postage I open and fold ya, Dirty f**ed the ogre I leave the cats the book of food stamps and that poga The box of evil, a fifty sack of that lethal Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] What party can you go to And I ain't there you b**hes actin like you don't care [RZA] You b**hes actin like you dont care You b**hes actin like you YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Golden platinum things unstainable, I chew rocks Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded Land, like my cousin dusty dirty a** Dan f**ed the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club Poppin your tree to a shrub Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub Pa**ionate portrait, my biz spread eagle, wild orchid p**y so wet you could f** it wit a soft tipped dick Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin I don't know if Dirt f**ed Mariah, but I'm out to f** Tyra Starks might f** Mya [Break: Ol' Dirty ba*tard over RZA "doodododododo"ing] I'm the p**y vampire I don't wanna work no more I want my own island Chorus [Ghostface k**ah] Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds from twistin y'all sh** over nuttin All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em Split out, guess who ga**ed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho Runnin from two-inch soles, some rap and I might blow World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley Ivan Lendl lend you autographed racket wit the hankey Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover n***as wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid I might do magic make him disappear Rear-rose that n***a, Isotola Coca-Cola holder Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of The King James version, displayed just like Samsung Wit effects that'll k** Rogers 007 Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer f** wit mics like Sonny and Cher Or maybe the Captain & Tennille, immaculate golden seal Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench When I snatched that, sh** was broke shoulda sent ya a** back And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that [Girl - repeat 2X] What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These n***as actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't care