Kiss of a Black Widow

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RZA

Robert Fitzgerald Diggs (born July 5, 1969), better known by his stage name Rza ( /ˈrɪzə/ RIZ-ə; usually styled RZA), is an American Grammy-winning music producer, multi-instrumentalist, author, emcee, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop, Rza is the de facto leader of the Wu-Tang Clan. He has produced almost all of Wu-Tang Clan's albums as well as many Wu-Tang solo and affiliate projects. He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital, along with executive producing credits for side projects. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, Rza was also a founding member of the horrorcore Hip Hop group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector. Furthermore, he has acted in several mo… more »

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1998

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Let me tell y'all hol something motherfuckers 
(Oh you complaining about that man?) 
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us 
Straight up  tell all y'all motherfucking hoes 
Y'all 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 y'all motherfuckers know, 
I'm getting tired a that shit 
You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers 
Bitches we love you motherfucka 

Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical 
Laid the f*ck 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 

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 

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 want to know this name, Ason 
Yo I lock on pass the break! 
Shake and motivate, stimulate 

By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch 
Fall in love like a drug 
Call out into her love flood 
F*ck dunn you only bust blood 
Caught inside the scud-missile 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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