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RZA - Kiss Of A Black Widow lyrics

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[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
 Let me tell ya'll hol something motherfuckers
 (Oh you complaining about that man?)
 Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
 Straight up  tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
 Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time
 You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
 Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka
 I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know,
 I'm getting tired a that shit
 You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
 Bitches we love you motherfucka

 Verse 1: RZA (Hoe)

 Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
 Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
 It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
 Cuban linx snatched from my neck
 It was the sex,
 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 nigga 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
 Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space
 *Sniff* Straight up boo,
 Damn I can taste it!
 One drop of sperm 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 shit 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'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 bitch keep that in your head
 My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky
 Sometimes I say well motherfucka 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
 Nigga you all that uhhh....
 Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad
 Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame
 How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason
 Yo I LOCK ON pass the break!
 Shake and motivate, stimulate

 [RZA]

 By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
 Fall in love like a drug
 Call out into her love flood
 Fuck ??? dunn you 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
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Author: Adrian Utley, Beth Gibbons, Geoff Barrow, Jason Hunter (2), Russel Jones

Composer: ?

Publisher: Gee Street

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: RZA as Bobby Digital ?– In Stereo (1998)

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