RZA, Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Kiss of a Black Widow lyrics
[RZA, Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Kiss of a Black Widow lyrics]
Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers
(Oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
Straight up
Tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
Ya'll motherfuckers know what's
The fucking time
You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
Run in to the motherfucking courts
With all that bullshit motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
Bitches we love you motherfucka
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch
Had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck
It was the sex
This 12 ounce bottle of Beck's had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol'
Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this ho last month
Lookin' like a Benz with a
Woofer in the trunk
I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the
Other hand was holdin' my dick
I said "Power equal boo!"
Where's your people? I be Bobby D-IG-I tal
(Is that right?) Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a
Make a nigga heart crack (For real?) Word
Ya grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three
And click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
Butt naked I'll invade your inner space
Straight up boo damn I can taste it!
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
Over the quilt i rather put it inside you so
Your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up
And I could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is
Bangin' like the Hilton
Look, now how you feelin' gimme some
Feeback boo cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer
And the weed at?)
What girl? shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
Cause the way that I'mma dress
This style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww!
Whether at a party or just in bed
Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep
That in your head
My beats are funky my rhymes is funky
Sometimes I say well motherfucka
What's the recipe?
I don't know! I ask my mama, she don't know!
Go ask ya poppa
It's all about me in the place to be
Nigga you all that uhhh
Motherfucka that shit is jinxed it's mad
Motherfucking game and it's a God damn shame
How many motherfuckas wanna know this name
Ason yo I LIKE GOING past the break!
Shake and motivate, stimulate
By this wiz that you dying
To have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
Fuckin' so much, dunn you'll only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missle
Grip like tissue
Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical
Cause the testicles is drained
Huh huh nah I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh
(Oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
Straight up
Tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
Ya'll motherfuckers know what's
The fucking time
You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
Run in to the motherfucking courts
With all that bullshit motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
Bitches we love you motherfucka
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch
Had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck
It was the sex
This 12 ounce bottle of Beck's had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol'
Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this ho last month
Lookin' like a Benz with a
Woofer in the trunk
I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the
Other hand was holdin' my dick
I said "Power equal boo!"
Where's your people? I be Bobby D-IG-I tal
(Is that right?) Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a
Make a nigga heart crack (For real?) Word
Ya grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three
And click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
Butt naked I'll invade your inner space
Straight up boo damn I can taste it!
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
Over the quilt i rather put it inside you so
Your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up
And I could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is
Bangin' like the Hilton
Look, now how you feelin' gimme some
Feeback boo cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer
And the weed at?)
What girl? shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
Cause the way that I'mma dress
This style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww!
Whether at a party or just in bed
Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep
That in your head
My beats are funky my rhymes is funky
Sometimes I say well motherfucka
What's the recipe?
I don't know! I ask my mama, she don't know!
Go ask ya poppa
It's all about me in the place to be
Nigga you all that uhhh
Motherfucka that shit is jinxed it's mad
Motherfucking game and it's a God damn shame
How many motherfuckas wanna know this name
Ason yo I LIKE GOING past the break!
Shake and motivate, stimulate
By this wiz that you dying
To have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug
Call out into her love flood
Fuckin' so much, dunn you'll only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missle
Grip like tissue
Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical
Cause the testicles is drained
Huh huh nah I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh