Marvel

[Ghostface] Yeah [RZA] Word, these bitches be bugging God Reason why ain't got nothing to do with nothing [Ghostface] Yeah, check it out y'all one two We back up in this joint! What? Check the fly shit, yeah Don't black out on me [Ghostface] Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian She know magic, soaking wet pussy on the matress Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress She been fucking since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline She's a big girl now, with a body that growl Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds Most niggas, would light the lord over this broad Big niggas in they drawers pose one knee on the floor Little kids daydream of humping wildflower Hanna Barbera faint I'm riding no Rivera [RZA] Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing blue kicks, plus jeans booming beats Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo the heat is on, never too black or too strong In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades The arena now present, de event of the decade Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves extensions, nails Friday, just got paid Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family That shines Godly light Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung Never bust premature for sure You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstruation Causes stomach inflation Patiently waiting nine months for deportation Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb It's a black hole for those who lose control Fertile soil before you are wise And spoiled many men and took many lives And all you brothers changed sides Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside