Windpipe - Wu-Tang Clan, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo

Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis

Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip Sharpie

Permanent ink blots, I’m drunk on Red Label scotch

While you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch

Underground left and right pan surround sound can’t re-scan

Be the hands, video tape, Steadicam

Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home

To the track or the beat, watch Bobby flip the metronome

High voltage, keep my seed and Wiz well-cultured

Kill enemies by mailing them the poison through postage

I open and fold ya, Dirty fucked a ogre

I’ll leave the cats that book of food stamps, they make cold cuts

Then buy some Equal, a fifty-sack of that lethal

Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from Key Food

What party can you go to

And I ain’t there you bitches actin like you don’t care

You bitches actin' like you don’t care

You bitches actin' like you, YO

Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks

Gold n' platinum fangs unstainable, I chew rocks

Cybertech digital suit, deflect bullets

Black hooded, surrounded by forty acres of wooded

Land, like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan

Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan

Tapes we dub, pound you wit the ace of club

Clobber your tree to a shrub

Tongue kiss a lion then kidnap her cub

Passionate portrait, my bitch spread eagle, wild orchid

Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit' a soft tipped dick

Tickled her tonsil, you could hear her coughin'

I don’t know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I’m out to fuck Tyra

Starks might fuck Mya

I’m the pussy vampire

I don’t wanna work no more

I want my own island

Yo I’m bent out three days two nights yo I’m spent out

One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out

Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin

I’m two seconds from twistin y’all shit over nuttin

All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid

In the mix, almost hung yourself, slit ya wrists

To the maximum, hand me the forty I’ll thrash 'em

Split out, guess who gassed 'em, made Ghost throw his mask on

Trauma the block pro, bar sledge slang ho

Runnin from two assaults, in rap and I might blow

World Cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley

Ivan Lendl lend you autographed racket wit the hankey

Sideline manuever, polished wack MC remover

Niggas wit long nails cuttin me, leavin bruises

Cantelopes, tied a thousand on y’all folks

Came home, this dusthead dude tryin to play me close

Sweepin, peep fears, Liz wants to chop in this kid

I might do magic make him disappear

Railroad that nigga, Isotola Coca-Cola holder

Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola

Venom from a cobra, laced in the cummy ball odor

Soaked through a strainer, here’s a dose of

The King James version, displayed just like Samsung

Wit effects that’ll kill Rogers 007

Hanna Barbera, heart’s the opposite of Bambi the deer

Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher

Or maybe the Captain & Tennille, immaculate golden seal

Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale

Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench

When I snatched that, shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back

And where’s the key to the hatchback, pop that

Get in throw a bag full of mic’s in there, respect that

What party can you go to, and Wu ain’t there

These niggas actin like they don’t care

What party can you go to, and Wu ain’t there

These hoes actin like they don’t care