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Lab Drunk

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Lab Drunk

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[Intro: RZA]

Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide

wordlwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there

Let me spark y'all like this one time

[RZA]

Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with babbles, chrome bowls

Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles

to ya head, you'll be spread across the floor

and ain't headed for a bead of roses

needle threaded, one jaw have said it

by the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship

Wu boats will float, torpedo, you can't stay a-float

You sink to the brink of extincted animals

while I bang on your head to the buckle like bawdy animals

Steal stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharper than picket fences

quick to detect your intentions, if they're wicked

meditate, build the house on the next dimension

My flow is co-hension, you'll be startled

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck it, I got to spit this verse, yo

Pound drop your head to the canvas

It's like you got no fuckin manners

You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners

Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balancers

Keep a 120 brain compounder inside the cannister

You can't compare to an atom of my hair

While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear

Recochet to the ceilin, the desert eagle hemisphere

Deflect off your medula, exit off to the rear

MCin is easier to me than breathin

and makin beats to me is easier than bein

Killin vibes is easier than seein

I be geein, and fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan is wildin

bitch, than a 1000 foot hill with broke steez

Plot by rocks, wildily ghost, still needle flyin trees

My mind sees all of the unusual energies

Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck it, I got to spit it

Yo, your floweress is powerless against me

Your cowardess attack can master track alchemist raps

Rap Malcolm, my champagne staims, silver, lex bullet 4

Millenium falcon, just to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium

Chased by jake's planes, I race state's police

We slay microphone foes, the size of ro-beasts

Unpredictable pain is inflictable

Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you

1.9 level meter, son, you just skipped on my class

is here to rap camera classes, hi-jack these bus passes

This system was symphonic, jacked with no masses

Sound systems blast-es, rhyme system was writin, well-casted

Strong as safari hunter, calm in black mongo

Un-plug the dynamic mic cord and hung you

from a towerin speaker, I tape your ear to the tweater

My mental idea's are more severe than your heater

Innocent drive-bys, 85'ers shoot try to over throw us

They love us like babies, once they get to know us

Your floweress is powerless against me

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck that, I got to get a verse from my lung

Stumbled into my lab half-drunk

Honey-dipped, stinkin blunts

smellin like I ran over I skunk

Wiz poppin junk, it must be that time of the month

But fuck that, I got to get the verse out my lung

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