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Текст песни WU-TANG CLAN - Reunited

* no more changes are being accepted for this songIntro: RoxanneIt's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)It's Wu, ah goin on( )
Verse One: The Genius/GZAReunited, double LP, we're all excitedStruck a match to the underground, industry ignitedfrom metaphorical parables to fertilize the EarthWicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turfScattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happilyTragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidlyUncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositionsYou couldn't add it up, if you mastered additionWhere I come from, gettin visual is habitualDe-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in ritualsI splash the paint on the wall, it formed the muralHe took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was pluralRhymin while impaired, dart hit your garmentPierced your internal, streamlined compartmentsJust consider the unparallel advantageOf a natural disaster that's impossible to manageVerse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/OsirusBitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funkI smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunkMoonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunkThe touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunkmy name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the churchI come like a thousand dovesBitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough loveUnglove the news, watch a nigga transfuseDirty add to the fuse, heavy at the boozeI don't walk, I get carriedGold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properlybut come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright BrothersThe Indian that sold Manhattan to the white manmy grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck outCome to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouthYou scared? Run around like a plane about to crash*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X) Yeah... and RZAVerse Three: RZAYo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak CaligulaBigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigmaStinkbox, order from pink dotMC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkboxWu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalkTalk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim ThorpeHow can I put it? Life is like video footageHard to edit, directors, that never understood itI'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosageattack when you least notice through explosive postageI don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the dayRuler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm HeadSpread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jigI got the golden egg plus the gooseEighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juiceGinseng boost, I got yo' neck in a nooseKeep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinctsixteen bar nickle sell more copies than KinkoGrow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete usand we return like Jesus, when the whole world need usVerse Four: Method Man/Iron LungIs it appetite for destructionSlap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttinIron Lung/Twisted MetalI see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angleWorldwide total carnage, the sickest flow

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