Rza - The Wolf lyrics

rate me

Watch your hoe 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 niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up

Some sniff that cocaine til they f**king brains blow up

Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies

Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie

How dare you try to come and gas crash from me

You be in the House of a 1, 000 Corpse like Rob Zombie

It's I God, inside your iPod

Cause my squad, nigga, is die hard

Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina

You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina

Bitch, xxxx a dick and die, forty five lit the sky

Fool, let the xxxx fly, split, right between your eye

Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs

Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride

Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery

Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory

You like fourth period, son, you history

White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously

Vanilla Pearline, had the saline

Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream

Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team

I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green

Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina

Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona