Rza - The Wolf lyrics

* iTunes bonus track [RZA] Watch your ho look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole You play the target, and I be the guiding missile Oh, how they long this strong grissle Yup, see that flesh is weak But it taste so good, they want the recipe The king catch the queen, don't mess with me Kssh, yo, my n***as never grow up, drink til they throw up Some sniff that c**aine til they f**ing brains blow up Drunk from that Bra** Monkey, gra** junkies Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie How dare you try to come and gas cash from me You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie It's I God, inside your iPod Cuz my squad, n***a, is die hard [Hook: RZA] Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina You numb skull girls, be caught you talking Tina [RZA] b**h, s** a dick and die, forty five lit the sky Fool, let the sh** fly, split, right between your eye Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs Sitting on the nine, applehead, b**h, let it ride Hickory dickory, block, n***as is slippery Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory You like fourth period, son, you're history White girls with big a**, I check them suspiciously Vanilla praline, had the saline Stuffed inside her jeans, made the n***as day dream [Hook] [RZA] Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team I'm wild like a Shaolin n***a in State Green Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona