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Stomp

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  • {I'll be next ****
    Party we will party along with me}
    Sing the song, sing the song with me
    Sing the song, sing the song with me
    B-b-baby, tell me why, tell me so
    I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
    So I go low taste the ****
    Taste it again,
    I like itI'm the original
    G O DMaking young ladies scream's my specialty
    When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
    From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
    When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
    Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco
    Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
    Baby, baby,
    I can't stop
    Wu, gots ta like come on through
    So, that's the call for the
    WuI came here to rectify
    Brooklyn zoo, terrify
    Why ****** wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
    Man **** that, **** that
    I make it's the skit
    I wanna see ya hands in the air can ya dig it, let's sing the song
    Come on party people all in together now sing along
    Have you ever, ever, ever
    In your long legged life
    Had a bald headed *****
    For your bald headed wife{
    Gimme dat}
    Who's the baddest **********a in the
    Brooklyn town
    And also representer of the
    Wu Tang sound
    If you wanna get up and get ****ed up
    Last ***** got up and got shot up
    But you's a gangsta, on the boards
    I'll bang ya
    Mess with the
    Wu Tanger,
    I'll bang ya
    You'll get shanked and spanked and alley ooped
    I admire true ****** like
    Dre and Snoop
    Chamber number 9, verse 32
    Only speaks about
    Brooklyn zoo
    That a true ***** shall come through
    No one is available to be compatible
    Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32is what we call
    The Stomp(Stomp)
    The stomp is down(Stomp)
    Get down for your crown(Stomp)
    The stomp is down(Stomp)
    Crown(Stomp, go, go)
    StompBrothas always playin' with the microphone
    When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone
    You couldn't touch, this style is too much
    It's the rhymer,
    I don't give a crippled crab crutch
    Any ***** or niggerette
    Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
    Straight up and down,
    I get dirty to the ground
    Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound
    Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
    Go by the name big
    A, from the shelter
  • {I'll be next ****
    Party we will party along with me}
    Sing the song, sing the song with me
    Sing the song, sing the song with me
    B-b-baby, tell me why, tell me so
    I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
    So I go low taste the ****
    Taste it again,
    I like itI'm the original
    G O DMaking young ladies scream's my specialty
    When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
    From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
    When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow
    Not sayin' ason, duck duck disco
    Or disco duck, strictly hip hop
    Baby, baby,
    I can't stop
    Wu, gots ta like come on through
    So, that's the call for the
    WuI came here to rectify
    Brooklyn zoo, terrify
    Why ****** wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
    Man **** that, **** that
    I make it's the skit
    I wanna see ya hands in the air can ya dig it, let's sing the song
    Come on party people all in together now sing along
    Have you ever, ever, ever
    In your long legged life
    Had a bald headed *****
    For your bald headed wife{
    Gimme dat}
    Who's the baddest **********a in the
    Brooklyn town
    And also representer of the
    Wu Tang sound
    If you wanna get up and get ****ed up
    Last ***** got up and got shot up
    But you's a gangsta, on the boards
    I'll bang ya
    Mess with the
    Wu Tanger,
    I'll bang ya
    You'll get shanked and spanked and alley ooped
    I admire true ****** like
    Dre and Snoop
    Chamber number 9, verse 32
    Only speaks about
    Brooklyn zoo
    That a true ***** shall come through
    No one is available to be compatible
    Yo, this is chamber number 9, verse 32is what we call
    The Stomp(Stomp)
    The stomp is down(Stomp)
    Get down for your crown(Stomp)
    The stomp is down(Stomp)
    Crown(Stomp, go, go)
    StompBrothas always playin' with the microphone
    When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone
    You couldn't touch, this style is too much
    It's the rhymer,
    I don't give a crippled crab crutch
    Any ***** or niggerette
    Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette
    Straight up and down,
    I get dirty to the ground
    Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound
    Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
    Go by the name big
    A, from the shelter