(Oh, fuck, you can't even sing)
Hey, baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw, shh
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm
Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill
Now my producer slam
My flow is like bam
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any 52 states
I gets psycho killer Norman Bates
My producer slam, sharp like bam
Jump on stage and then I dun-dah
(I like the way you come)
Hey, baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah baby, I like it raw
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