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  • Rza Bobby Digital »

    Rza Bobby Digital Kiss of a Black Widow текст песни

    Kiss of a Black Widow

    Featuring Ol’ Dirty Bastard

    [Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]

    Let me tell ya’ll hol 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

    Verse 1: RZA (Hoe)

    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 bex had me drunk
    One night laid up wit the Ol’ Dirt and ten bags of skunk
    Just met this hoe 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!»
    RZA people I be Bobby D-I-G-I too
    (Is that right?) Word, and exact
    Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
    (For real?) Word to 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
    *Sniff* 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 how you feelin’ gimme some feeback boo cause I need that
    (Look Bobby where’s the beer and the weed at?)
    Look girl shit I got more than a little
    She set me up for the kiss of the black widow

    Verse 2: O.D.B

    You couldn’t get a flick of the hype outfit
    Cause the way that I’ma 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 are spunky
    Sometimes I say well motherfucka what’s the recipe
    I don’t know I ask my ma 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 due it’s mad
    Motherfucking game and it’s a God-damn shame
    How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason
    Yo I LOCK ON pass the break!
    Shake and motivate, stimulate

    [RZA]

    By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
    Fall in love like a drug
    Call out into her love flood
    Fuck ??? dunn you 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



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