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letra de assed out - wu-tang clan

[intro: method man]
the rza, the gza, ol’ dirty b-st-rd, inspectah deck
raekwon the chef, u-god, ghostface k!llah, masta k!lla
and the me — yeah, yeah, come on, now, now

[verse 1: method man]
what’s happening? who get it cracking like a neck snapping
for the rapping, and who them fellas packing yelling staten
from the background, i’ll back down a few
try to clown us in the past, where they at now?
i’m ill as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record
my brain is like the project projected, for the method
go see my n-gga kush, he got the best sh-t for burning
this one go out for whom it may concerning
spending they entire earning, trynna get a higher learning
mc’s is vermin, like e be sermon
ya’ll too determined, feeling yaself like pee-wee herman
while we at it, let’s tighten up our grips around that cabbage
silly rabbits, how many kids’ll trick you out your carrots
ghetto b-st-rds and ghetto b-tches, i break you like a bad habit
my d-ck is two inches too big for it’s britches
uh, so f-ck a mister and your misses
cottonmouth n-ggas x’ed out like merry christmas, that all
uh-huh, be home -bell rings-

[verse 2: method man]
knock, knock, who is it, tical i pop digit
my block too hot to visit, round here, you gots to live it
mc’s, you must admit it, i’m deadly on this mic like
anthrax on this premise, anyone of ya’ll can get in
i breathe, backwoods sleeves and thc
i bleed, kamikazes and forty oz’s
america’s most, the better the smoke, the better the quotes
for cheddar, meth’ll sever the throat, whatever the coast
i’m home, let the sun shine on, get his grind on
and get some phone time, everytime i’m in your timezone
look here, it’s crooked letter i, ya’ll don’t meet nothing but crooks here
it’s hot in h-ll’s kitchen, get your cookware, for goodness
mc’s is like that sh-t chicks be gushing
for pushing, got me tooken down to central booking
i stick out, as if tical just walked up in the party with my d-ck out
and i’m prepared to take the sh-t i dish out

[interlude: sample]
“when you realize that what you got ain’t what you want”

[verse 3: gza]
on the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, i, um, hit the breaks
a mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates
i pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead
the vibe got colder when the marksman said
“yo, you in the truck, get the f-ck out your car
put your hands where my eyes could see, not far”
a fat slob, with pepperspray in the canister
donut shop lounger, nine mil brandisher
plus my half pound just rang the bell
of the bloodhound, had an acute sense of smell
i guess he was tired of the strip and booking wh0r-s
moving off a tip he’s claimed he’s looking for
some mc’s wanted for a string of break-ins
last seen wearing long minks and snakeskins

- wu tang clan

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