Wu-Tang Clan - Windpipe lyrics

Yo, Yo, Yo, doodododo boodododo
Yo, pssh, yo, yo
Parked the Jeep on the street
Of the Sunset Marquis
Autograph sign in pass wit'
A gold tip Sharpie permanent ink blots
I'm drunk on Red Label scotch
While you faggots try to judge
My shit like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pan
Surround sound can't re-scan
Be an enhanced video tape, Steadicam
Gold and chrome
Desert Eagle never left at home
To the track of the beat
Watch Bobby flip the metronome high voltage
Keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured
Kill enemies by mailing them
The poison through postage
I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre
I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps
They make cold cuts then buy some Equal
A fifty-sack of that lethal
Or just be boostin' bloody cube
Steaks from Key Food

What party can you go to
And I ain't there you bitches
Actin like you don't care

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
Clobber your tree to a shrub
Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub
Passionate 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

I'm the pussy vampire
I don't wanna work no more
I want my own island

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 nothin'
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 'em
Split out, guess who gassed 'em
Made Ghost throw his mask on
Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho
Runnin from two assaults
In rap and I might blow
World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
Ivan Lendl lend you autographed
Racket wit the hankey
Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover
Niggas wit long nails cuttin me
Leavin bruises
Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks
Came home
This dusthead dude tryin to play me close
Sweepin, peep fears
Liz wants to chop in this kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder
Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra
Laced in the cummy ball odor
Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of
The King James version
Displayed just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007
Hanna Barbera
Heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer
Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe the Captain & Tennille
Immaculate golden seal
Nice like Mr whittendale
Your girl Chippendale
Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out 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 mic's in there
Respect that

What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These niggas 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