The End Ras Kass (Ft. RZA)

[Intro: RZA]
My acoustic pugilistic linguistic, rap fabric is a mixture of Arabic, plug 'em in
Plug 'em in
Ras Kass
Plug 'em in, plug 'em in
Come to spread it
The world exclusive

[Verse 1: RZA]
Check it from the underground producers
Turn your face stone like Medusa
Slap dick on a wicked bitch
Or righteous ones weaken sons
Those who burn hurt turn nuns
I rekindle the flame
With the name Bobby, make it 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 wiz hot oil me
Fuck that savage back up
Wu-Tang stepping inside the club, niggas might act up
One potato, smack you like the crossfader
Rap data, go back to pissy elevators
Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper
Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres
With the cream of nature
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)