Hunan Garden Takeout

Fried chicken gizzards and Wonton soup
Better tip me five dollars or it's rice filled with rat poop
I got to bags right here, it's your choice
You think it's another order, tip me good and watch the voice
Lazier than a [?]
You think we're rigging elections, couldn't be more discrete
Our default style is like David Carradine
Bruce Lee can't blame me for taking up Kung-Fu
So go and Kill Bill
It's the only way they would know Pai Mei, shoutout brother be ill
Ey, fake Dilla Head still mad
Gotta go somewhere and cop a Casio, best carreer you ever had
Hard-earned 360s from Live Nation
Me and my man Monkz, we stay on a vacation
He like 'em black, I like 'em white, my self-hate's intact
Give her slack if you like

Just kidding
I wanna be the next MCE, turn's out, think I'm pretending?
The voodoo that you do make these dudes
Turn into RUDC hunters from down under, with didgeridoos
Moving on
To [?] without a song
Play it on special occasions, when there's a Blonde
Nocturnal emissions and a bong
Leaving no witnesses to say we're wrong
And what about sisters? Yo, sisters is good
Nah, nah, I mean put these up under rhetoricals
Like always asking: "What's love got to do with it?"
I mean I don't care who's wrong or right
I don't really wanna fight no more
I mean all we want is a life beyond Thunderdome
I'm your private dancer, proud Mary

I don't freestyle, I don't jump and I don't ask how high
Hooks are for the fetals, don't ask me to comply
Respect my flight, or I'll drain ya, like a vampire
Welcome to fright night
Hollow be your interior
I am drinking holy water, you can see yourself up in the mirror
MJ and all day asking me to change my ways
But I swear I heard you shop Matte
Monet is not Van Gogh, man
And you got Billy Jean, Claude Van Damme
Serioso, Latina mama bride by my side
Knowing that's sweet as fabuloso
[?]
That caught fish funk, now watch me slam dunk
Wishing you's a little bit taller and a baller
But your girl look good, so I called her

[?]
Battin' an a 6.9 on the Richter
[?] big trouble in china with a V8
That's
Connecting points, duck sauce on fried joints
Cannibal cannabis, oink-oink
Pork, beef sweet and sour
Let her stay on a [?], watch her turn on you within the hour
See, you want all the details
We keep it G-rated, like the cartoon Duck Tales
Ooh-ooh
Chippendale rescue rangers, keeping me from danger
Jeremiah's spoken, it doesn't get any better than this
So in closing remember this:
A dog look confused back at his master
For picking up his stool like: "The fuck you doing?"