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| Artist: Bobby Digital (RZA) f/ Angel Cake, Ol' Dirty Bastard Album: RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo Song: Kiss of a Black Widow [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard, (Bobby Digital)] I tell all of y'all hoes somethin, mother fucker (Ah, you complainin about that, man?) Yeah, the mother fuckers belong to us, straight up. Come near, nigga. To all your mother fuckin hoes, your mother fuckers I tell you somethin, nigga, know what the fuckin time is. (Bobby Digital) Is that for what I Love you mother fuckers? Runnin to the mother fuckin torture bullshit, mother fucker. I'ma let all y'all mother fuckers know. I'm tired of that shit, you mother fuckin triple-breathe mother fuckers!!!!! Bitches we love you, mother fucker! [Bobby Digital, (Angel Cake)] Bobby Digi, Bob Digital, shit is critical, laid the fuck up inside the hospital It`s a riddle of the spinx, bitch had me jinxed Well, high jinx, cuban link snatched from my neck It was the sex, twelve inch downs bottles of becks Had me drunk, one night laid up with the Ol'Dirt and ten bags of skunk, just met this how last month Lookin like a benz with a woofer in her trunk I pushed up like a Push-Up stick One hand up near my cheek, the other hand was holdin my dick I set power equal, boo, Rza people I be Bobby D-I-G-I-tal (Is that right?) Word, and exact, girl you gotta smile and make a nigga heart crack (For real) Word, do grills like a thousand dollar bills Close your eyes, count to three and click your heels and we get end up in my place, face to face, butt-naked I'll invade your inner space [sniff] Straight up, boo, damn, I could taste it One drop of sperm, the God wouldn't waste it Over the quilt about to put it inside you So your breasts be filled with milk and we can lay up and I can squeeze it 'til it tilts My house built on stilts is banging like the Hilton Blood, now how you feeling? Gimme some feedback, boo, cuz I need that (Well look, Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?) Well, girl, shit, I got more than a little She set me up for the Kiss of the Black Widow [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit Cuz the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild Enough to make a crowd of womwn, scream "OW" Whether at a party or just in bed All thought of Ason, bitch, keep that in your head My beats are funky, my rhymes is spunky Sometimes I say, well mother fucker, what's the recipe? I don't know, I ask my mama, she don't know Don't ask the papa... It's all about me in the place to be, nigga, you all that? Huh, motherfucker that shit is jinxed This bad mother fucking game and it's a god damn shame How many mother fuckers wanna know this name, Ason Yo, I lock on and pass the break, shake and motivate, stimulate [Bobby Digital] By this ways that you dyin, that have in your clutch For the love like a drug, cooked out until her love flood Fuckin so much dunn, you only bust blood Caught up inside this scud missle, ripped like tissue Now laid up inside the hospital, Bobby Digital's on critical Cause the testicles is drained, nah, ain't doin it, righ-right? |
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