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Cuttin' Headz Lyrics

from The Return To The 36 Chambers

"Cuttin' Headz" is track #11 on the album The Return To The 36 Chambers. It was written by Jones, Russell/diggs, Robert F..
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Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack

The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go whether friend, whether foe
Let them know that I flow over the rainbow

Hit the deck
Aw, yep, ch-ch plow from the Tek
Takin' heads, takin' necks
What the fuck they expect?

I don't know
I don't care
I won't fall
I won't stare at a ho 'less I know that I'm going to the mo

T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin' to foul me sayin' that we're lousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant
President of the Wu

But I'm also a client
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a flying fuck
About a chump 'cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids and cut his head off

Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin' at your brain

So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
Red alert! Red alert!
Ason comin' straight from the dirt

Once I go berserk, mad brothers got hurt
Nothin' new in ninety-two, it's time to do the work
Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine

Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie

I be the RZA, call me that 'cuz I
Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks
Snatchin' devils up by the hair then cut his head off

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Gotta split

Songwriters
JONES, RUSSELL/DIGGS, ROBERT F.

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Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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