Take_the_sword_pt._iii-RZA

"Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" "Pick up the sword!" Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab sh*t Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn My click f**king sick, ni**a, learn, baby, learn I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm And slice ya f**king throat while you lay there in sperm They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Frickles and fragles, ni**a, get too fragile Pump the f**k up, my brain, is on Scrabble Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon Thinking that you were the sh*t, nah, that's once upon I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick Probably til midnight until, scheeming on p**sy to split And then we back like crack, ni**a, take a swig of that Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave. "Take the sword" "The sword?" "Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"