Windpipe (feat. RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard & Ghostface Killah)

(Feat. Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard) [RZA] Yo, yo, yo doodododododo, yo psssh yo Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph signin pads wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk from red label scotch While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my Seed and Wiz well cultured Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage I open or fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre I leave the cat a book of food stamps used at Krogers The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from Key Food [ODB 4X] Now what party can you go to. and I ain't there You bitches actin like you don't care [RZA] Yo, wordup... wordup! . You bitches actin like you don't care You bitches actin like you - YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Gold and platinum fangs unstainable I chew rocks, cybertech digital suit, deflect bullets Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded - land Like my cousin Dusty Dirty-Ass Dan Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club Climb your tree to a shub Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub Passin it portrait; my bitch spread eagle wild orchid Pussy so wet, you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might fuck Mya [ODB] I'm the pussy vampire I don't wanna work no more I want my own Island while I'm whylin I don't talk, I ain't talk [Chorus 4X (overlaps ODB)] [Ghostface] Yo I'm bent out, three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit, over nuttin All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix almost hung yourself slit ya wrists To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash and Split out guests who gassed and make Ghost throw his mask on Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho Runnin from to and sharles some rap and I might blow World cup, son been blessed wit the Stanley Yvonne Lendl autographed racket wit the can key Sideline manuever, polish wax MC remover Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises Candle lows tied a thousand an y'all froze Came home to dusthead dude, tryin to play me close We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid I might do magic make him disappear Railroad that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder Snatch the granola, sprinkle Ginko Boloba Venom from a cobra, laced in the cum he bore odor Soaked through a strainer here's a doser The King James version this page is like Samson wit effects That'll kill Rogers double O seven Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the Deer Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher Or maybe Captain and Tenneille, Tinactic and golden seal Nice like mister whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's the key to the hatchback pop that Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that [Girl 4X] What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These niggaz actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't care