, hmm) And surgeons dem all a cling fi yuh (Hmm, hmm) Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hmm, hmm) Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hmm, hmm) One man alone
fucking toss For a quasi-glamour of your symptoms For your Russells sign And for your atrocious sleepless lucidity Because what if they were provoked? It's prefectness and it's all there No more
dies, jacked up by the state. Another glorious advance for civilisation. One small step for man. One giant step for mankind. For he so loved the world
felt that so I went back to my format Raps in backpack gats for car jacks Hats for pussy cats 'cause AIDS I don't want that And for the DJ's here's somethin
butterfly net to collect the evidence Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty
them jeans, is how she did them If it was up to me I'd get with you all, but I really don't pick em How one by one she lures them in, I'm the one who
at Bone Thug brand new I always been with God, but is God with you I keep hearing these voices Having a hell of my choices And telling us the poisons
your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo Unleash the
done with spells up Poisonous cook The kon artis Make way for the hell raiser Mysterious neighbor Cuttin throats with broke coke Bottles and rusty razors I ain't the one
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war) [Verse One: U-God] This rhyme
would not end until one of them died No room did they have for an error to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors
guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those who seek eternity For those who yearn prosperity
my soul has been regained in torture, and in a hateful power created by my father, i'm the hatred one.. I'm the killer! I Am the one who will enslave
t give'em cash I apply for welfare, bitch, I ain't bein' had money It's way too scared We work for all signin' money for us, players A brotha like me
time for time magazine or rolling stone. I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones. I have no house in the country I have no motor car. And if
so many more everyday Solos : Simonsen - La Rocque Summer is coming to an end And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now One thousand poisonous creatures