The Wolf - Lyrics - Rza

Robert Fitzgerald Diggs , better known by his stage name RZA , is an American music producer, multi-instrumentalist, author, rapper, actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop, RZA is the de facto leader of the Wu-Tang Clan. He has produced almost all of Wu-Tang Clan's albums as well as many Wu-Tang solo and affiliate projects. He is a cousin of the late band-mate, Ol' Dirty Bastard and The GZA . He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital, along with executive producing credits for side projects. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, RZA was also a founding member of the horrorcore Hip Hop group Gravediggaz where he used the name The RZArector. Furthermore, he has acted in several movies, including Coffee and Cigarettes, American Gangster, Gospel Hill, Life Is Hot in Cracktown, Ghost Dog, Funny People, Derailed, Due Date and Repo Men. He also appears in the Showtime TV series Californication. His directorial debut is for the film he co-wrote and in which he plays the title role, The Man with the Iron Fists, also starring Russell Crowe. On November 1, 2012, he introduced the movie at a preview screening in the Museum of the Moving Image in Astoria, Queens, the evening before the Universal picture opened nationwide.

[RZA] Watch your hoe look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my *** hole You play the target, and I be the guiding missile Oh, how they long this strong grissle Yup, see that flesh is weak But it taste so good, they want the recipe The king catch the queen, don't mess with me Kssh, yo, my *** never grow up, drink 'til they throw up Some sniff that *** 'til they *** brains blow up Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie How dare you try to come and gas crash from me You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie It's I God, inside your iPod 'Cause my squad, ***, is die hard [Chorus: RZA] Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina You numb skull girls, be caught and talking Tina [RZA] ***, suck a *** and die, forty five lit the sky Fool, let the *** fly, split, right between your eye Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs Sitting on the nine, applehead, ***, let it ride Hickory dickory, block, *** is slippery Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory You like fourth period, son, you history White girls with big ***, I check them suspiciously Vanilla Pearline, had the saline Stuffed inside her jeans, made the *** day dream [Chorus] [RZA] Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team I'm wild like a Shaolin *** in State Green Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona