| Yo there’s no place to hide as I step inside the room
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| Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
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| Bam! |
| Aw, man! |
| I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
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| I be tossing and flossing my style is awesome
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| I’m causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
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| And the survey said, you’re dead
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| Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
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| MZA who was that? |
| Ayo, the Wu is back
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| Making niggas go Bo! |
| Bo! |
| like I’m Super Cat
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| Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
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| The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum
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| Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I’m forced
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| To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
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| Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
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| I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L. T
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| Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
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| Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
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| Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
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| And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state
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| And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
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| Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
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| Straight from the motherfucking slums that’s busted
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| Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
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| Hah! |
| Step up, boy!
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| Represent! |
| Chop his head off, kid!
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| The Meth will come out tomorrow
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| Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
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| Flow, with more afro than Rollo
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| Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
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| Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
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| In fact I’m a hard act to follow
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| I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
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| Niggas is like
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| «Oh, my God, not you!
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| Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
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| Rather do than die, check my flavor, coming from the RZA
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| Which is short for the razor who make me reminisce true
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| Like Deja, Vu! |
| I’m rubber, niggas is like glue
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| Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin ta Fuck Wit
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin ta Fuck Wit |