It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
 It's Wu, ah goin on

 Verse One: The Genius/GZA

 Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
 Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
 from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
 Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
 Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
 Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
 Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
 You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
 Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
 De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
 I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
 He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
 Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
 Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
 Just consider the unparallel advantage
 Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

 Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus

 Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
 I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
 Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
 The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
 my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
 Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
 I come like a thousand doves
 Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
 Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
 Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
 I don't walk, I get carried
 Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
 but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
 The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
 my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
 Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
 You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

 *sound of a plane crashing and explosion*

 [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
 Yeah... and RZA

 Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA

 Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
 Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
 Stinkbox, order from pink dot
 MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
 Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
 Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
 How can I put it? Life is like video footage
 Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
 I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
 attack when you least notice through explosive postage
 I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
 Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
 Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
 I got the golden egg plus the goose
 Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
 Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
 Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
 sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
 Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
 and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

 Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung

 Is it appetite for destruction
 Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
 Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
 I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
 Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
 that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
 It's only right you pay homage
 to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
 as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
 Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
 got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
 Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
 Drunk off of cheap wine
 Each line be on point when I speak mine
 On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu
 Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

 Outro: Roxanne

 It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)

 *violins play on for a while*

 It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
 Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
 Wu-Tannnnnnnng

 [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
 [Roxanne] And RZA