And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta [bad word] with
Straight from the [bad word] slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta [bad word] with

there's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
I be tossing and flossing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your [bad word] head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Making them go Bo! Bo! like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

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Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm forced
To [bad word] it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state

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The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Meth is the legend of sleepy hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
Everybody's like "Oh, my God, not you!"