Protect Ya Neck - Bloody Version

So whassup man?
 Coolin' man
 Chillin' chillin'?
 Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?
 Why?
 Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin' right?
 Yeah
 You know what I wanna hear right?
 Whatchu wanna hear?
 I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
 Wu-Tang again?
 Ahh yeah, again and again!
 *sounds of fighting*
 (RZA) Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
 ... the Inspector Deck
 (Meth) watch ya step kid
 (Inspectah Deck)
 I smoke on the mic, like smokin' Joe Frazier
 The hell raisa', raisin' hell with the flava'
 Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
 Swingin' through your town like your neighbourhood Spiderman
 So uhh, tic, toc, and keep tickin'
 While I get ya flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'
 The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
 Deep in the dark with the art to rip their charts apart
 The vandal, too hot to handle
 Ya battle, ya sayin' Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
 Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
 The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
 (Raekwon)
 The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
 Rae got it goin' on pal, call me the rap assassinata'
 Rhymes rugged, and built like Schwarzenegger
 And I'm a-get mad deep like a threat, blow up yeh project
 Then take all your assets
 'cause I came to shake the frame in half
 With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
 So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
 Cause I grab the clip and
 Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
 Goin' to war with the meltin' pot hot
 (Method)
 It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
 Movin' on your left, aah!
 And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
 I wanna break fool, cock me back
 Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
 I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
 And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
 Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
 But I do, true, can I get a "zoo"
 Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
 I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
 like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
 Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
 The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*
 (U-God)
 Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
 Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
 Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
 to my crew with the "zoooo"
 *interlude*
 watch ya step kid
 (Ol Dirty Bastard) c'mon baby baby c'mon
 (RZA) Yo, ya best protect ya neck
 (Ol Dirty Bastard)
 First things first man you're fuckin' with the worst
 I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
 I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
 Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
 Shame on you when you stepped through to
 The Ol Dirty Bastard, straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
 And I'll be damned if I let any man
 Come to my center, you enter, the winter
 Straight up and down that shit is packed jam
 You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
 The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
 Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps,
 Niggaz be rollin' with a stash
 ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
 (Ghostface Killah)
 For cryin' out loud my style is wild, so book me
 Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
 Ejectin', styles from my lethal weapon
 My pen that rocks from here, to Oregon
 Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
 I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
 I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds,
 And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
 I give a order to my peeps across the water
 To go and snatch up props all around the border
 And get far like a shootin' star
 Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
 Point blank as I kick the square biz
 There it is you're fuckin' with pros and there it goes
 (RZA)
 Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
 It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at?
 Feelin' mad hostile, ran the apostle
 Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
 Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe, with the buckus style
 the ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
 Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
 Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
 Comin' around the mountain when I come
 Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
 My clan increase like black unemployment
 Yeah, anotha' one dare, G-Gka-Genius
 Take us the fuck outta here
 (Genius)
 The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin labels
 Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
 Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel,
 Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
 That's what yeh get when ya misuse what I invent
 Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
 For tryin' to blow up a scrub
 Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
 Should of pumped it when I rocked it
 Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
 This goes on in some companies
 With majors they're scared to death to pump these
 First of all, who's your A&R?
 A mountain climber, who plays an electric guitar?
 But he don't know the meanin' of dope
 When he's lookin' for a suit & tie rap
 that's cleaner than a bar of soap
 And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
 Matter fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
 *sounds of fighting*
 (RZA) You best protect ya neck.
 (Meth) watch ya step kid.
 Repeat till fadeout