Wu-Flix - DZK, Gravity, Warbux

Fat chinchilla jackets, massive scrilla

Ninja rap, guerrilla tactics, mad master killer

Clan tracksmith, drunk monkey, the bad ass (bastard)

Dispatching nasties on these wack, backpackin' rappers

The samurai tuckin' the blade

You’s gon' get your bitch back when I’m done fuckin' her face

And shoving a wang in her jaw, let it all (hang)

Orangutan slang, strange renaissance, Capdonna

Page cage fighter, Ghost Killah, Wu track force

Visit the village of craft, this is the rap lord

Bang on the repercussion drum, pump slum science

Rum diet, ten rapplications, one client, I am (drunk)

Slumped, I am, punch junk, rhyme flyin' bolts

So flyaniacal, fire floats at vile vultures

No style, so Idlewild, so profesh

Don’t flex on the kid, don’t step, aight?

How does one do that?

Hm?

How does one kill a man?

It’s one thing to dream about it

Very different when you have to do it with your own hand

This has probably been a long time comin'

Any small-time thug’ll spent a long time runnin' from this all-time great

Only forty plus a hunnid, but you couldn’t hold my weight

So fuck it, straight gunnin' from the old line state

That is Murdalyn, never heard of it?

Well, I preferred ya didn’t

But the burner’s sure to turn your shirt into a tourniquet

And you’ll be learnin' quick

I’m earnin' as earnest a livin' as any surgeon is with every word I spit

And every bird I flip, I’m raising the stakes, yeah

Literarilly, should be comparing me to Shakespeare

A little heresy, but something I wanna make clear

I’m just a lost soul at the crossroads of the eighth sphere

«The Devil’s gate’s near,» that’s what they all sayin'

And then they see my long grey beard and a 3 pronged blade

So on a off day, I might perform facial feng shui

Till your nostrils are facing the wrong way

This is Wu-Flix, knock your teeth out with a toothpick

I hear you spittin' that bullshit

I chop your mama arm off with a katana and stick dick to ya father

You won’t ever be the same, grasshopper

«I'll murder the motherfucker,» yeah, I know you would

There are many things the rest of us would do if we could

I do whatever it takes to keep you alive

I go outside, knowing that I’m gonna die

Standing in the corner, I got my Sticky Fingaz face on

Count to four, bum rush the door

Nigga tried to rush me, I bust three

Turn him to duck meat, the 187 was rusty

Motherfucker don’t touch me

Walk around, everybody love me

Benetton suits and gumbys

So if the boy wants to have sex, then let him have sex

When he turns eighteen, I’ll let him sleep with my ex, next

My iron fortress is protected by the eye of Horus

The vile sorcerer that rides atop of wild horses

Settle scores of vendettas, left your shelter scorched

Deltas force melt your paws with a welder’s torch

Never knelt before God, never felt remorse

Spinning propellers, left fellas short on my heliport

In the morgue cellar, fill a drawer with a headless corpse

My album’s fucked up, that shit’ll never sell in stores (No)

My consumer base is viewed as a mutant race

Humans that grew from the fumes of nuclear waste

If you get a taste of my music, you get erased

And interchange with an image of your livin' wraith

Drippin' with acidic hate, pistol whippin' little fake

Children when I’m spittin' written riddles in a fit of rage

I wanna murder motherfuckers with my vocal sound

And choke 'em with the smoke that get ejected from my open mouth

Damn it, this guy sure moves fast

You’re a famous fighter, you shouldn’t say that

Nara bakieru

Bakayarou!

Tetsuga!

Yoi, trap