The End

featuring RZA



My puglistic linguistic rapping

is a mixture of slug 'em in

Slug 'em in

Plug 'em in plug 'em in

Come to spread it

The world exclusive

Check it

From the underground producers

Turn your face stone like Medusa

Slap dick on a wicked pitch

...... sons

Those who burn hurt turn nuns

I be jumpin' through the flame

With the name B.O.B.B.Y.

Makin' a hobby

Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy

You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck

What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?

Numb-nuts

Just because you made a song or two

What's the balance due on your royalties?

Record companies spoil me

As the ... hot oil me

Fuck that savage back up

Wu-Tang step inside the club

Niggas might act up

One potato

Smack you like the crossfader

Rap data, ...... the elevators

Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper

Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres

...... nature

(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)

[Ras Kass]

(Huh)

Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested

At first she protested

But only the seventh son of ... had the power

Before the Midori Sour with red cherries

Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries

Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often

Til my biological clock stops and my casket falls

We sell tix like Boston basketball

C-arson was askin' y'all

Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all?

No gimmicks, just me bein' me

But you ain't bendin' or offendin' me