Wu Tang Clan Ain’t Nothing Ta Fuck Wit Rusty Cage

And if you got beef, then bring the ruckus!
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

There's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
I be tossin' and flossin', my style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feud than Richard Dawson
And the survey said you're dead
Fly fuckin' Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
MZA, who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Make 'em go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum


If you got beef, then bring the ruckus!
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T
Now why try and test the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, then I earth-slam your best
Then I bake the cake, I takes the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state