Slash ☆ Nightrain

Intro:
Take that motherfucker GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin
notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge
large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring
that fuckin meth in here Yo yo yo yo Now we
gonna drink some good Nightrain and yo,
set it off Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots
knocked Then attack you like a pit that lock
shit DOWN As I come and freaks the sound,
hardcore but giving you more and more, like
ding! Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one,
phat tracks A’ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I’m fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause
I rock ya head to bed Just like rockin what?
Twin glocks! Shake the ground while my
beats just break you down Raw sound,
we going to war right now So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse
Two: Method Man
I be that insane nigga from the psycho
ward I’m on the trigger, plus I got the
Wu-Tang sword So how you figure that you
can even fuck with mine? Hey, yo, RZA!
Hit me with that shit one time! And pull a foul,
niggaz save the beef on the cow I’m milkin this
ho, this is MY show, tical The FUCK you
wanna do? More than Spike Lee’s
Do I’m like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who’s the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox Verse Three: Inspector
Deck
Yo, yeah, yo I leave the mic in body bags,
my rap style has The force to leave you lost,
like the tribe of Shabazz Murderous material,
made by a madman It’s the mic wrecker,
Inspector, bad man From the bad lands of the killer,
rap fanatic Representing with the skill that’s iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the
prison Charged by the system – for murdering
the rhythm! Now, lo and behold, another deadly
episode Bound to catch another fuckin charge
when I explode Verse Four: Ghostface Killer
Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that’s that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox! I’m hot, top notch,
Ghost thinks with logic Flashback’s how I
attacked your whole project I’m raw, I’m rugged
and raw! I repeat, if I die My seed’ll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya
neck I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass
Lex’ So clear the way, make way, yo! Open
the cage Peace, I’m out, jettin like a runaway
slave Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy,
run ya jewels While the meth got me open
like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake
when he least expect Ain’t a damn thing changed,
boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah
jam is fatal Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword
right through ya navel Suspenseful, plus bein
bought through my utensil The pencil, I break
strong winds up against your Abbot, that run
up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the
fabrics Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard
Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer?
Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol’ Dirty Bastard
VUNDABAH Ol’ Dirty clan of terrorists Comin
atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin’ that
PISS! Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna
kick they fuckin ass to the curb I got funky fresh,
like the old specialist A carrier, messenger,
bury ya This experience is for the whole
experience Let it be applied, and THEN DROP
THAT SCIENCE Verse Seven: Genius/GZA
My my my My Clan is thick like plaster Bust ya,
slash ya Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Killer Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er I was the
thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla I came down
with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block Blaow!
Now it’s all over Niggaz seeing pink hearts,
yellow moons orange stars and green clovers