Kiss Of A Black Widow Lyrics - Rza As Bobby Digital In Stereo - Rza

Let me tell y'all hol 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 12 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 uhhh.... 

Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad 

Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame 

How many motherfuckas want to 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 dunn 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