It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X)
               It's Wu, ah goin on

               Verse One: The Genius/GZA

               Reunited, double LP, (we're all/world) excited
               Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
               from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
               Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
               Scattin all soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
               Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
               Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
               You couldn't add it up, if you master addition
               Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
               De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
               I splash the paint on the wall, for the mural
               He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
               Rhyme while I limp here, dart hit your garment
               Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
               Just consider the unparallel advantage
               Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

               Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus

               Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
               I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
               Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
               The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
               my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
               Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
               I come like a thousand doves
               Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
               Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
               Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
               I don't walk, I get carried
               Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
               but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
               The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
               my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
               Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
               You scared?  Run around like a plane about to crash

               *sound of a plane crashing and explosion*

               [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X)
                         Yeah... and RZA

               Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA

               Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
               Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
               Stinkbox, order from pink dot
               MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
               Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
               Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
               How can I put it?  Life is like video footage
               Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
               I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
               attack when you least notice through explosive postage
               I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
               Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
               Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
               I got the golden egg plus the goose
               Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
               Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
               Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
               sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
               Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
               and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

               Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung

               Is it appetite for destruction
               Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
               Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
               I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
               Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
               that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
               It's only right you pay homage
               to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
               as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
               Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
               got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
               Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
               Drunk off of cheap wine
               Each line be on point when I speak mine
               On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu
               Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

               Outro: Roxanne

               It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (6X)

               *violins play on for a while*

               It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers (5X)
               Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
               Wu-Tannnnnnnng

               [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
               [Roxanne]  And RZA...