Transcript (en)

So I can take it away, on from a natural choice, born but large, yeah, from the home of the Dodge of Brooklyn squad. Wu-Tang, killer B's on the swarm, swing on the college ass disco dawn, well you be in touch, my skill. Get right up on the one killer B and he ain't gonna kill now. Pass that down, pass it all around, lyrics get hard like cement to the ground. I'm about to get any script, too many 52 states, I get psycho, killer, Norman Bates. My producer slam and throw it flat, bam, I stop on stage and then I get down. Ooh, baby, I like it wrong. Yeah, baby, I like it wrong. Come on, cut your hands. Ooh, baby, I like it wrong. Cut your hands right now. Yeah, baby, I like it wrong. Come on, come on. Come on. You can miss me. Never knew you can miss me. Go down, down, down, down. Hey, cut them hands. I'm in the man right now. Shimmy, shimmy, y'all. Shimmy, yeah, shimmy, yeah. Give me the mic so I can take it away. All for a natural charge. Boy, my lord. Yeah, from the home of the dogs of Baltimore squad. Wu-Tang, killer. He's on the score. Same when you got a bad disco going. But you didn't touch my skill. You ran up on the one killer B and I ain't gonna kill now. Back that down. Pass it all around. Lyrics get hard like submit to the ground. My body in the MC and 52 stakes. I get psycho, killer, Norman Bates My producer, slam my door, it's like Bam, I step off stage and then I get down Yes! Give it up for your mayor! Give it up for your mayor, dog Yes! Performing here live Shibby, shibby, yeah Arthur Douglas