The Stomp

All the **** in the party, well, party along with me

Sing the song, sing the song with me

La-la-la-lady, tell me why, tell me so

I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low

So I go low, taste the shit

Taste it again, I like it

I'm the original G-O-D

Makin' young ladies scream's my specialty

When I go, "Dun-dun-dun-dun," girls get hype

From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped

When I kill, that old mad funky flow

Not sayin' Ason, duck-duck disco

Or disco duck, strictly hip-hop

Baby, baby, I can't stop

Wu gots like come on through

Soo, that's the call for the Wu

I came here to rectify

Brooklyn Zu terrify

And why, **** wanna get up and rap and rap and rap?

Man, fuck that

Hits that I make is the shit

I wanna see 'em up in the air, can you dig it?

Let's sing the song

Come on, party people, all in together now, sing along

Have you ever, ever, ever in your long-legged life

Had a bald-headed bitch for your bald-headed wife?

Give me that

Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town

And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound?

If you wanna jump up and get fucked up

Last **** got up and got shot up

But you's a gangster, on the ball-strap hanger

Fuck with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang you

You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped

I admire true **** like Dre and Snoop

Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two

Only speaks about Brooklyn Zu

That a true **** shall come through

No one is available to be compatible

Yo, this chamber number nine, verse thirty-two is what we call the stomp

(Stomp) The stomp is down

(Stomp) Get down for your crown, Brooklyn shit, ho

(Stomp, stomp) Keep a **** down for his crown

(Stomp, stomp) Do the Stomp, go, go, go

Brothers always playin' with the microphone

When it blows up in your face, you leave it alone

You couldn't touch, this style is too much

It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch

About any **** or niggerette

Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette

Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground

Rhymin' get me paid mad bread by the pound

Shoutout to my crew, tight as a belt, y'all

Go by the name Big A from the shelter