[Intro: Bobby Digital]
Yo... yo...
[Chorus 1: Bobby Digital]
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Why-See everythin'
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]
Rhyme star, I write a hundred-thousand dollar bar
My ten-strike combo deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles
Sing a simple song, Bob Digital instrumental
Nothing's identical, you biter! Non-writer!
Mr. Potato Head! Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut
One single cut fucks your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar!
I'm the purifier, live wire
Hip-hop reviver, a suicide mission you're committin'
Goin' against the Wu-Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksmen, spit darts and rip charts and
Artery, shots aimed at your heart and
Daffy Duck-ers, we still bring the motherfuckin' ruckus!
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear
Went from here to infinity, but I'm right here
Bobby Digital – overthrow your whole citadel
Mr. Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable
Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of this love before you perish
Bitch! *ka-chich-ka-chich* Watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch
Enter your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile, at the same time, crack a tear, smack your rear
Vagina saliva, Trojan wear Rough Rider up inside ya
Dick apple-head opens up your clit wider, taste the apple cider
You become strung, then become a bride of
(Bobby-Bobby-Bobby! Digi-Digi-Digi!)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
[Chorus 1: Bobby Digital]
Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Why-See everythin'
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the Killa Bee sting
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now-Why-See everythin'
Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the Killa Bee sting
[Verse 2: Method Man]
Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Never mindin' men, droppin' gem, can he shine again?
Most definite! Let this be my last will and testament
For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be perpetuous
Decimate the poetry, get everything that's close to me
The lecherous, Jona–thon
King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan
The Methodist, polly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up, somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water, Dr. Bombay
Your bitch look like Strangé, rubbin' me the wrong way
Burn one and sauté, bringin' you different ways of sword play
They bustin' Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry, when the Fishburne I burn rubber
'Cause I'm not an easy lover
Ten-to-midnight, butt-naked with a knife
Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hard time, homicide, time fly, do or die
Crooked S and crooked I, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside
In the Killa Bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
[Chorus 2: Method Man]
From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John-John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did, I'd feel gyp'
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John-John
Can't forget Digi, if I did, I'd feel gyp'
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
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