Kiss of a Black Widow Lyrics

Let me tell y'all ho something motherf**kers
(Oh, you complaining about that man?)
Yeah, them motherf**kers belong to us
Straight up, tell all y'all motherf**king hoes

Y'all motherf**kers know what's the f**king time
You think we don't love you motherf**kers?
Run in to the motherf**king courts
With all that bullshit motherfuka

I'm letting all y'all motherf**kers know
I'm getting tired a that shit
You motherf**king triple breed motherf**kers
Bitches, we love you motherf**ka

Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
Laid the f**k up inside the hospital
It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
Cuban linx snatched from my neck, it was the s*x

This twelve ounce bottle of bex had me drunk
One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
Just met this hoe last month
Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk

I pushed up like a push-up stick
One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my d**k
I said "Power equal, boo"
RZA people I be Bobby D I G I too

(Is that right?)
Word, and exact
Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
(For real?)

Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill
Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face
Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space

Straight up boo, damn I can taste it
One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it over the quilt
I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
And we could lay up and I could squeeze until it tilts
My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton

Look how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo 'cause I need that
(Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
Look, girl, shit I got more than a little
She set me up for the kiss of the black widow

You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
'Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild
Enough to make a crowd of women scream oww
Whether at a party or just in bed

Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head
My beats are funky, my rhymes are spunky
Sometimes I say, well, motherf**ka what's the recipe
I don't know, I ask my ma, she don't know, "Go ask ya poppa"

It's all about me in the place to be, nigga you all that uh
Motherf**ka that shit is due it's mad
Motherf**king game and it's a God-damn shame
How many motherf**kas wanna know this name, Ason

Yo, I lock on, pa*s the break
Shake and motivate, stimulate

By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch
Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love flood
f**k dunno you only bust blood
Caught inside the scud-missile grip like tissue

Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
Bobby Digital's on critical
'Cause the testicles is drained

Huh huh
Nah, I ain't doing it right, right?
Huh

RZA - RZA As Bobby Digital In Stereo

May 1998

1. Airwaves
2. B.o.b.b.y
3. Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)
4. Daily Routine
5. Domestic Violence
6. F*** What You Think
7. Handwriting on the Wall
8. Holocaust (Silkworm)
9. Intro
10. Kiss of a Black Widow
11. Lab Drunk
12. Love Jones
13. Mantis
14. My Lovin' Is Digi
15. N.Y.CEverything
16. Project Talk
17. Slow Grind African
18. Slow Grind French
19. Slow Grind Italian
20. Terrorist
21. Unspoken Word