Make a date?
what the fuck this ain't no prom,
I'll make you witness this fitness like the VC's in vietnam
ya get naplamed to the brain burnin' off ya skin and flesh
and leaving you dressed, in a less than birthday suit
I'll slap that homo-erotic shit right out of your mouth
spit it out , right now, mother fucker, we got bitches and broads
straight outta the devil's lair the live and die for the 'sword'
That's a short time goal for most of 'em
Cuz most of 'em
Would rather expand their wings and hover over greater things
That's what we call inspired flight
By the bitches that gotta eat pizza crust every night
And "Let there be light" was understood
When a mic-stand descended from up-and-above into the hood
And I pass that shit on to the J to the A and the double zee F
I know that don't spell but what the hell I got left
It's all on it's way out, but I won't sell out hell no
I got styles to make ya lick ya lips and ya girl suck my dick
but that ain't shit till ya see it in ya livin' room
and see the bitch ridin' her hand
It's almost as bad as rippin' off the Wu Tang Clan