Texty: Ghostface Killah. Ironman. Marvel.

Yeah, word
These bitches be buggin' God
Reason why ain't got nuttin' to do with nuttin'
Yeah, check it out y'all one two
We back up in this joint, what?
Check the fly shit, yeah
Don't black out on me

Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped 'em one God turned Christian
She know magic, soakin' wet pussy on the mattress
Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin' since we went to fourteen, look at Miss Thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of Vasoline

She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the Lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humpin' wildflower
Hanna Barbera faint, I'm ridin' no Rivera

Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearin'
Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin' beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform

Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, bald heads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails Friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung

Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your core
The explosion stops the menstruation
'Causes stomach inflation
Patiently waitin' nine months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo God, let me pour y'all the science about the womb

It's a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
And all you brothers changed sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside