[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy [bad word] rings
No more said, knew your chump [bad word] was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang [bad word]  ain't nothing changed [bad word] Still shame on a [bad word]  who tried [bad word] game
Get virgin and perversions, [bad word] [bad word] with Persian
Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to [bad word] with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and [bad word] quietly, Wu-Tang [bad word] society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary...
I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed king, to make a deal
I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing
To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits [bad word] dripping
I [bad word] hundreds of [bad word]  and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my [bad word] s been sucked by the finest lips
Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the [bad word] to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections