[00:01.62]"The sword?" - "Come on, give me the sword"
[00:07.15]"Huh? uh.."
[00:09.43]"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
[00:12.36]"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
[00:17.80]"Pick up the sword!"
[00:18.86]Yo, ayo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
[00:23.38]I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
[00:26.44]I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble
[00:29.92]Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
[00:32.47]Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger
[00:35.63]Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
[00:38.95]Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
[00:41.86]No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static
[00:44.97]Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
[00:48.61]Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shxt
[00:51.57]Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
[00:54.78]All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
[00:57.94]And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably
[01:01.11]Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body
[01:04.15]So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
[01:07.29]My clique fxcking sick, nxgga, learn, baby, learn
[01:10.47]I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
[01:13.68]They bite ya **** off, after swallowing your sperm
[01:16.80]They slice ya fxcking throat while you lay there and squirm
[01:20.00]They related to the judge, so the case get adjourned
[01:23.08]You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
[01:26.88]I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
[01:30.09]I put your head in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble
[01:33.56]Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
[01:36.00]Frickles and fragles, nxgga, you're too fragile
[01:39.55]Motherfxcker, my brain is on Scrabble!
[01:43.51]Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on
[01:47.35]You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on
[01:50.50]What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
[01:53.76]Thinking that you were the shxt, nah, that's once upon
[01:57.13]I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
[02:00.29]Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit
[02:03.40]My nxggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick
[02:06.56]Probably til midnight until, scheeming on ***** to split
[02:10.47]And then we back like crack, nxgga, take a swig of that
[02:13.99]Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid
[02:17.51]Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state
[02:20.33]Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass
[02:22.17]Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave
[02:27.54]"Take the sword" - "The sword?"
[02:29.88]"Come on, give me the sword"
[02:34.22]"Huh? uh.."
[02:36.89]"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
[02:39.85]"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"