Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nothing ta Fuck Wit Tom Morello & Chad Smith

Tiger style

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta F*ck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta F*ck Wit
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta F*ck Wit

Yo 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 tossing and flossing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

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