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Kiss Of A Black Widow

Let me tell y'all ho something motherfuckers

(Oh, you complaining about that man?)

Yeah, them motherfuckers belong to us

Straight up, tell all y'all motherfucking hoes

Y'all motherfuckers know what's the fucking time

You think we don't love you motherfuckers?

Run in to the motherfucking courts

With all that bullshit motherfuka

I'm letting all y'all motherfuckers know

I'm getting tired a that shit

You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers

Bitches, we love you motherfucka

Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical

Laid the fuck 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 sex

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 dick

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, motherfucka 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

Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad

Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame

How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason

Yo, I lock on, pass 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

Fuck 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

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