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Song title: Wu-tang Clan - Cobra Clutch

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Yo, yeah bitch
Aiyyo, motherfucker
Aiyyo, swallow it

Aiyyo we ? dash log? this bloody version of glaciers
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth, swallowed his razor (wsssht)
Say no more, my fat beat parked against the wall
Trooper square holding, face dont give a fuck about the law
Take off the bracelets, dont get blinded by the ice boo
Its not cool, veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my temple logo look familiar?  its power (where is he? )
Yo every fine snitch knocks an inch off eddie bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of chessboxin
No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till Im droppin
Kangol slanted, ghostll ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin austin, mark callin austin down in boston
Both of them dead, cop in the loft and
Big chain swingin nigga, matchbox car drivin
Street whylin, role with the four-finger glidin
Watch him, scorchin with spells and top toxin
Amoxins til the stock skyrocket, bobby mocassin
Switched from pert plus, escrow on the side throw in sun trust
Ghostll keep shinin til the sun bust
Yo word up, born-to-be right behind the curtain with her nose out
Sixty center get the rover out
Featherhead heathens, teethin on mic dicks
When thy said, let the kids die for your bread nigga!

Yo, promoters dont want us in clubs because we spaz out
who is these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton projects, recognize youre lookin at
Allahs best, puttin on the hits is no contest
Now, who the hypest in new york city?
Wu-tang!	radio stop shittin on me!

I got fifty men out in the street
Now if they all get bitch troubles I starve
Is that it?  is that what youre tryin to tell me?
--> superfly

Aiyyo, the moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down honey-shallah rock the half man gumby
Twisted, the mime of the floods, niggaz spell drama
One oh five point six llama
Cosmetic classical, slum is shield, milagro beanfield
Watch me inhale half of you, new attributes
Teletronics, dbx, one sixty x
Compression with the a and sharp press
Extract bass in which the gooey dew drips, vanilla suckle
With jasmine bits, five hundred rap battin average
One taste the bowl and blow up magic, houdini escapes
From the fermenting hell halls of tragic
Speaking to the first of aprils, deep in the rap game
Erasial, excedrin head bredderns catch facials
Side orders, one telephone for take out
Stomp your man half to death rob him then we break it
Get off on the ? clove? exit, knees dirty, chick now
With low leverage, watch it how she lick the head of me
Cause its law, order today, we pay dues
New tomorrows, rubiks cube money in a tube
Deck the halls, crush salary dice thats in ? hall
Hey yall peppermint patties, slum my peter paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when its sag
With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, crunchberry niggaz at the flicks pissed off
Standin in the rain and cant find they whips
Suckers! motherfucker! yo