Chorus:

A Wu-Tang muthafuckas,

It's Wu-Tang muthafuckas

Verse 1: Method Man/Iron Lung

Is it appetite for destruction

Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin

Iron Lung/Twisted Metal

I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle

Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow

that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow

It's only right you pay homage

to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid

as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal

Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals

got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time

Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine

Drunk off of cheap wine

Each line be on point when I speak mine

On behalf of my crew, and to the Wu

Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

Verse 2: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk

I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk

Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk

The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk

my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?

Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church

I come like a thousand doves

Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love

Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse

Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze

I don't walk, I get carried

Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly

but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers

The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man

my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out

Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth

You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash, Zooooooooo!