Wu-Tang Clan — Windpipe

[RZA] Yo, Yo, Yo, doodododo boodododo, yo, pssh, yo, yo Parked the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign in pass wit' a gold tip Sharpie Permanent ink blots, I'm drunk on Red Label scotch While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch Underground left and right pan surround sound can't re-scan Be an enhanced video tape, Steadicam Gold and chrome, Desert Eagle never left at home To the track of the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome High voltage, keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre I'll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts Then buy some Equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal Or just be boostin' bloody cube steaks from Key Food [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] What party can you go to And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care [RZA] You bitches actin' like you don't care You bitches actin' like you, YO Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks Gold and platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks Cybertech digital suit, deflect bullets Black hooded, surrounded by forty acres of wooded Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club Clobber your tree to a shrub Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit' a soft tipped dick Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin' I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might fuck Mya [Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing] I'm the pussy vampire I don't wanna work no more I want my own island Chorus [Ghostface Killah] Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nothin' All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists To the maximum, hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho Runnin from two assaults, in rap and I might blow World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley Ivan Lendl lend you autographed racket wit the hankey Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover Niggas wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y'all folks Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid I might do magic make him disappear Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor Soaked through a strainer, here's a dose of The King James version, displayed just like Samsung Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007 Hanna Barbera, heart's the opposite of Bambi the deer Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher Or maybe the Captain & Tennille, immaculate golden seal Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back And where's the key to the hatchback, pop that Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there, respect that [Girl - repeat 2X] What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These niggas actin like they don't care What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there These hoes actin like they don't care