Verse 1: RZA
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Yo, check me check me, come on girl and sex me
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I'm ready, I'm ready oh girl I'm ready
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Ha, everybody plays the fool, sometime
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There's no exception to the rule
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Yo I met this girl by the name of Katrina
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Sexy-ass hoe from the heart of Medina
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20 years old, tried to control me
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had an attitude like a Lexus Cobe
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Yo I'm not Tony baby I'm no slave
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Jumped on the gas, took her back to the grave
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(Did you wet her up?) Yo I killed the fucking twat
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Chopped off her head left her dead in the parking lot
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Verse 2: Grym Reaper
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Baby, Baby, baby please don't go
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Vroom, enter the room killah
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Wanted me to fill her with life cause I'm a thriller
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She wasn't on the pill but still
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Wanted me to drill her with no guard on my dills
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Boom, boom, Sauda Hati got a hole in her head
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Cause I couldn't lay her on the mothafucking cemetery bed
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Aahk, she had madd rot in her crotch
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Beating niggas to the cemetery box
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Verse 3: RZA
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Now that's insane, God damn that's insane
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But fuck it, check it
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Wicked ass ho-bro by the name of Flojo
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Tried to throw a mojo on my fucking dick
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I was like yo baby chill with the spell
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I'm coming straight the slumbpiss of hell
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Don't give a fuck about a slut
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Order the damn size of her butt, all I want is a nut
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She was like he-ha listen here de-ha
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You don't got no calf get yo ass out of here
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What did I do? Yo I grabbed her, threw her ass on the floor
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Stomped down and I stabbed her
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Verse 4: Grym Reaper
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Ooh, I had left her in the rain
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Freak the sorceress she is insane
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As she remorsed to her Gravedigga office
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Crazy Riggamortis covers the frame
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Cause of the fact she was packed with the fat hits
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Casket I trapped it plans get active
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Still awary the risk she's committing murders
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She could burn your epidermis like a fucking thermos
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Verse 5: Gate Keeper
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It was dark sorta pitch black
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Opening the trees can make you sneeze word black
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There she stood looking good in the mix
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Her full-length hair was in a twist
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Asked if I'm a Gravedigga
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Machines felt the jigger from her hour-ass figure
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I heard this faint from the next grave
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To my surprise she arrived from the far side
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Hear the back again hmmm steamy
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Said her last nigga was a genie
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Said a few words then vanished
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I ain't understand cause I don't speak Spanish
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I reckatabber with the boom lickidy-splick
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Yo I got the great graveyard shift
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Better believe it yo and believe that I could fluff my rough shit this season
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She wore a cotton saffon short one-arm
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Packin' a crip yo honey had it goin' on
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She was no joke I had to tell her get off me
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For killin' her softly So she could control my fortress
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I figured it out but my wrist was cost-less
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My ritual hits you wickedest mix you Rah!
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I got the report come on let me get you!
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Freak the Sorceress, Freak the Sorceress, Freak the Sorceress
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Freak the Sorceress
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Gravediggaz |