Older Gods Wu-Tang Clan

[Produced by 4th Disciple]

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, word, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I roll like a Bat out of Hell
Evil acapell's fly, spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors, juicy as a Sunkist
Certain broads double Dutch this, they carve it in they wrist
Pillsbury blazes, straightening combs left on the stove
Crumbs in my lady hair, plus yours, the look gold
God, the old chain and ball technique
Got these vegetable lasagna niggas in they whips, jumpin' out they seats
18 Bronzemen Pt. II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice — we in your hood, we might circle
Hats down low in the Range, switch lanes
Change my tire, peel out, real loud on the stage, yo
I shitted on your hood, kid! I shitted on your hood
Got to your burner too late, I'm lookin' real good
Draped out, shinin' like a fresh 50 cent piece
"Yo, girlfriend, come here, oh shit! You my man's niece!"
The gourmet pocket twenty, bombs made of clay
Sexcapades take place, we fuckin' 48 shades
Might walk up in your studio time, slap your engineer
Lighter fluid to DAT style, hand me the matches now