[Intro]
Word up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know what it is
What up kid
Yo aight look, check it, it's going down
You know how I go
Wu-Tang forever
Parazitii
No question, no question
[Verse 1: Raekwoon The Chef]
Eh yo, get my Hungarians and Romanians love Chef
I sit fly, in the S-5 with the snuk
Check
You know the status
Big carats, up in the chain
It's obvious, there's no doubt in my rep
I smoke lots of good sh**
Yeah son, running the club from here to U.S
Next stop Bucharest
Fly n***a with millions lay in the spot
Where the police never come
'Cuz them n***as is scared to d**h
Got my little hungry, little A-1's with me
Ready to blow something
Ray come get me
What it is yo ...
Stackin one jackin' like black bums
But got mad money
Throw us a check
I love Fly-Guys languages and n***as who ride high
All over the world my n***as supply pot
Rock fengashiz trying to get denashiz
So when you see us below this payments kid
Can't stop us
Yeah them Staten Island mobsters with axes
Who really get down, and shop Octopuses
Sushi
n***as stay flyin Gucci
If paper's a crime
Then n***a then shoot me
Check it out n***a Fly k**ers call us the
Live 5 deadly Venoms who got style
We got to get'em
You know the kidz meany
Regardless of the beat pop-off
We gonna get down
Let's worm Parazitii!
[Hook x2]
f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion
I've got something to say
My words have pa**ion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Arrest me, arrest me for joking
[Verse 2: Cheloo]
Stop b**hing and get ready for the show
My rhymes are dirty like Christmas snow
Check the flow!
You know the plan is to see Parazitii on CD at low prices next to Black Eyed Peas
f** money, f** tax fees
We throw sh** on everybody from the nineties
Like this -
We are the white boys making noise
We chase ugly b**hes with rubber dil*os, big dick toys
I'm so f**ing funny, what the f**, I'm vicious
I don't believe in God, oh God, I'm not religious
Now it's time to come down from cloud nine
Where the weather is f**ing fine
We can buy happiness with one dime
Only one time so keep in mind:
Life is like running on ice
It's like roll the dice
If you don't like prison, fool, you'd better be nice
I'm sending this message to the sh** hole you call home
You invisible co*ks**er stand by the phone
Grab a beer, pop the top, you can drink a little bit
If you feel sh**ty then you must be full of sh**
Here is the message I'm trying to transmit:
[Hook x2]
f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion
I've got something to say
My words have pa**ion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Arrest me, arrest me for joking
[Verse 3: Ombladon]
My rhymes can make your instinct thick, [?]
Make no mistake this musical state is not f**ing fake
You can s** my dick and relocate
For me drinking is a sport – Victory!
Drinking up my money for child support
If my ship is sinking, don't come aboard
And save all your f**ing prayers for the Lord
I'm always ready to drink my way through life
As I hold my dick and piss all night
As a new born child I never s**ed milk from my mom's tit
'Cuz my dick gets hard - this I have to admit
I'm so sick, but my mind is bright
And I can bang your wife at cityhall in the daylight
People like good news and happy endings
I like fine b**hes on their knees, I'm standing
All women are b**hes except my lady back home
And of course your b**h if you don't listen to this alone
[Hook x2]
f** money, f** grammar, f** fashion
I've got something to say
My words have pa**ion
Arrest me for thinking, arrest me for smoking
Arrest me, arrest me for joking
[Outro]
Listen up, here we go
Raekwon,Parazitii
I feel the hip-hop cla**ic BPM
Listen up
Raekwon,Parazitii
I feel the hip-hop cla**ic BPM