Wu-Tang Clan - Killer Tape Skit lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan - Killer Tape Skit lyrics]
Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all
Where my where the fuck is my tape at?
Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son
How you ain't got my shit when
I let you hold it, man?
Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts
Kid the shit just came up missing, son
Come on, man, that don't got nothing
To do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man
Come on, man, I'll buy you
Four more fucking Killer tapes, man
(banging on the door) A yo! A yo!
Open the door man, what the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What's up?
Yo, yo God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times
God!
Word to mother!
Word life, God you know
Shameek from fucking 212, god?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond I'm coming to
Get my Culture Cipher, god
And they just word is bond, crazy
Shots just went the fuck off, god
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
The nigga laying there like a
Fucking newborn fucking baby, god
Word up!
Is he dead?
Is he fucking dead? What the fuck
You mean is he fucking dead, god?
What the fuck kind of question is that
B? Fuck you think?
The nigga laying there with his fucking
All types of fucking blood coming
Out of his fucking
(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
Yo God, what's up God? It's the God, God
Word is bond
Yo what's up I'm ready to fucking lay
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
Yo let's go do what we got
What's up, yo?
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
Yo, we out or what, man?
It's the God, God, fuck that, man
You saying we out?
They probably took the tape
What the fuck?
Nigga still sweating the tape, man
What the fuck is you talking about?
Get the fuck outta here
Fucking corn
Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at, God?
First of all
Where my where the fuck is my tape at?
Yo son, I ain't got that piece, son
How you ain't got my shit when
I let you hold it, man?
Yo, niggas came over to have 40s and blunts
Kid the shit just came up missing, son
Come on, man, that don't got nothing
To do with my shit, man
Come on, man, go head with that shit, man
Come on, man, I'll buy you
Four more fucking Killer tapes, man
(banging on the door) A yo! A yo!
Open the door man, what the fuck, man?
Yo, what? What's up?
Yo, yo God, word is bond, yo
Shameek just got bust in his head two times
God!
Word to mother!
Word life, God you know
Shameek from fucking 212, god?
The nigga just got bucked
Niggas in a black Land, God, word is bond
Came through, God, from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond I'm coming to
Get my Culture Cipher, god
And they just word is bond, crazy
Shots just went the fuck off, god
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
The nigga laying there like a
Fucking newborn fucking baby, god
Word up!
Is he dead?
Is he fucking dead? What the fuck
You mean is he fucking dead, god?
What the fuck kind of question is that
B? Fuck you think?
The nigga laying there with his fucking
All types of fucking blood coming
Out of his fucking
(sarcastically) Is he is he is he dead?
Yo God, what's up God? It's the God, God
Word is bond
Yo what's up I'm ready to fucking lay
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
Yo let's go do what we got
What's up, yo?
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
Yo, we out or what, man?
It's the God, God, fuck that, man
You saying we out?
They probably took the tape
What the fuck?
Nigga still sweating the tape, man
What the fuck is you talking about?
Get the fuck outta here
Fucking corn