Kiss of a Black Widow

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