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"Assed Out" is a track by Wu-Tang Clan, from the album Pollen: The Swarm, Part Three, released 22nd June 2010. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 2 articles about Wu-Tang Clan.
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[Intro: Method Man] The RZA, The GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa And the Me—yeah, yeah, come on, now, now [Verse 1: Method Man] What's happening? Who get it cracking like a neck snapping For the rapping, and who them fellas packing yelling Staten From the background, I'll back down a few Try to clown us in the past, where they at now? I'm ill as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record My brain is like the project projected, for the Method Go see my nigga Kush, he got the best shit for burning This one go out for whom it may concerning Spending they entire earning, tryna get a higher learning MCs is vermin, like E be Sermon Y'all too determined, feeling yourself like Pee-Wee Herman While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage Silly rabbits, how many kids'll trick you out your carrots Ghetto bastards and ghetto bitches, I break you like a bad habit My dick is two inches too big for it's britches Uh, so fuck a mister and your misses Cottonmouth niggas X'ed out like Merry Christmas [Break] That all Uh-huh, be home *Bell rings* [Verse 2: Method Man] Knock, knock, who is it, Tical I pop digit My block too hot to visit, round here, you gots to live it MCs, you must admit it, I'm deadly on this mic like Anthrax on this premise, anyone of ya'll can get in I breathe, Backwoods sleeves and THC I bleed, kamikazes and forty OZ's America's Most, the better the smoke, the better the quotes For cheddar, Meth'll sever the throat, whatever the coast I'm home, let the sun shine on, get his grind on And get some phone time, everytime I'm in your timezone Look here, it's crooked letter I, ya'll don't meet nothing but crooks here It's hot in hell's kitchen, get your cookware, for goodness MC' is like that shit chicks be gushing For pushing, got me tooken down to Central Booking I stick out, as if Tical just walked up in the party with my dick out And I'm prepared to take the shit I dish out [Interlude: Sample] “When you realize that what you got ain't what you want” [Verse 3: GZA] On the, yo, on the expressway, suddenly, I, um, hit the breaks A mistake, patrol figure just, ran the plates I pull to the shoulder, a half mile ahead The vibe got colder when the marksman said "Yo, you in the truck, get the fuck out your car Put your hands where my eyes could see, not far" A fat slob, with pepperspray in the canister Donut shop lounger, nine mil brandisher Plus my half pound just rang the bell Of the bloodhound, had an acute sense of smell I guess he was tired of the strip and booking whores Moving off a tip he's claimed he's looking for Some MC's wanted for a string of break-ins Last seen wearing long minks and snakeskins
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