Wu-Tang Killa Beez - Doe Rae Wu lyrics

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques
Doe Rae Wu, Doe Rae Wu
Digi lematina, Digi lematina
Ding dong ding, ding dong ding

Yo the wick is lit, the bombs
Start to tick, tick, tick
Countdown, BZA Bobby 'bout to spit
Explode every MC in a four mile radius
Still mad with stout like I'm Doctor Octavius
Place to brace, I could push on a rival plate
The pulse of a Digi stare
Make a spiral break mouth the rhyme
Blow his man outside the orbit
Who ever thought this thug
Hip-Hop wasn't goin' corporate
And gain weight like Chinese
Put on eight dragon and 'W' on the Flag
And and everybody's braggin'
Neightborhood wiggin' out cuz the
God's livin' out
Without biggin' out, Wu Tang Clan biggin' out
Hollywood political wished off, It is Yourz
Ready for the next LP to hit stores
I got more serious, my smoke be furious
My night time walk should
Be named to Nigerious
It crucified you upside down
On a wooden cross
Shouldn't have doubted the trojan
Threw you in a wooden horse
Ol' Dirty break these niggas off
You be bitches dumb soft

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques
Doe Rae Wu, Doe Rae Wu
Digi lematina, Digi lematina
Ding dong ding, ding dong ding

BOODOODOODOO! Yo, yo, yo

Who want me to show the
Reels? I do magic spells
Children love shootin' guns on devils kill
I want a girl that's only too meak to squeal
And Wu Tang keep that shit concealed
Roll with me in the drug mobile
Fuck my bitches, take it on the wheel
Played it all over the world until
Wu Tang secret now revealed
O's is killin' all people for head over heals
I'm not a 'ciple with +Little Rascals+
Villians, all attracted to my shit
For man silk repellent i'm not the well-in
White boys can't get with melon
I'm sayin' Wu Tang is supreme to my
Wife and ho bitches on tour
To make sure, insure
That my wife got paid while I was ditch poor

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques
Doe Rae Wu, Doe Rae Wu
Digi lematina, Digi lematina
Ding dong ding, ding dong ding

Ding dong ding, ding dong ding
Ol' Dirty Bastard squashin' shit
Comin' at ya