Chorus: p.r. terrorist (9th prince)      Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice)   Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this   The gods serving justice, with ruckus   Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)      [p.r. terrorist]   Apocalypse at my finter tips   Sense ya tight grip exit a clip   Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts   On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss   Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist      [killa sin]   Yo I could pull da livest shit   Hang-gliding off the side of a cliff   Country western bitch been known   To chokehold on my dick   Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks   Sideswipe you and the mic boot   Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss   Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in vegas   North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift   Crack ya jaw in three different places   Leave you speechless      [p.r. terrorist]   Speak with a lisp   Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk   Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back   Then make ya piss   Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist   Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums   You can't resist   Sudden impact, yeah jetblack   Shine like shalack   Flashdance on 4th disciple tracks,   They off the meat rack   The combinations's like one in a million   Puerto rican quarter bizillion   Seven wise men making a killing   In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings   When my wind blow, you crabs move slow   Murder you dolo, take ya heads off   Riding a horse like playing polo      [killa sin]   I flow faster than skolettos   Used to hesitate to let go   Now my darts echo for blocks   And travel north rapidly like metro   Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty   See half of them is petro, or deadly   Like fat ass is in the sex so   Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking   Niggas get ya neck broke for asking   See I aim kid and my a stay missing in action   Fire back when niggas start clapping   Make it happen      Chorus: p.r. terrorist (9th prince)      Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice)   Yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this   The gods serving justice, with ruckus   Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)      [9th prince]   I use niggas for target practice   This year I plan to fuck the baddest actress   On my waterbed wu mattress   I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your alpine endurance   Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of bagdad   It's the world's greatest soundscanner   Whose elbows is made of steel like tito santana   The god's voicebox connects with high frequencies,   Satellites and antennas, prince saddam is   Shaolin's highlander, with evander holyfield stamina   I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver   Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans   My new dance is "dead man floating in a river"   My kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions   Like transition lenses   I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers   You superstitious   I'll still murder your ass, with influence   Of insanity conditions   Rza and 4th disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe   Prince saddam's a lyrical lumberjack   A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler   With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,   Go stick up the lobby      Chorus: p.r. terrorist (9th prince)      Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice)   Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish   (y'all niggas try to dub this   The gods serving justice, with ruckus   Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)