Black Widow

Kong - “Black Widow”
[Emcee(s): Kong]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Have you ever had a night when a stranger snitched so your banger
Spit ‘cause your finger itched? Drink a fifth, anchor ship
Bang a chick with a hanger, switch, bangers pitch
But first, change your ship—ain’t that the strangest shit?

[Verse 1: Kong]
I caught
Mommy kissing Santa—blao—plant her. Call
The janitor, clean house, drop shit, call Mylanta
Press thighs like Kurdistans. Other shorties couldn’t
Stand her, her style was flaky, style type dandruff
Scrambler for her mans, flock on the bandit block
Hand-to-hand pops. We bumped heads and jammed rock
She want to get nasty, turkey wings, tuna fish, and ham hock
First, she want to build on my math and John Hancock. “Kong
You’s in landlock.” Yo, she stands hot but she got too much
Sand in your sandbox, you feel me? Fuck it
Switch the convos pronto. Meet me at the momo
So we can talk horizontal, [?]
[?] un hermano stash the fo’-fo’
She called me Kongo ‘cause I was banging like a bronco
Slow-mo, tonsils, photos, Campo Chocolate
Cocoa. It’s like po-po eating taco

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Have you ever had a night when a stranger snitched so your banger
Spit ‘cause your finger itched? Drink a fifth, anchor ship
Bang a chick with a hanger, switch, bangers pitch
But first, change your ship—ain’t that the strangest shit?

[Verse 2: Kong]
Feels like
A week went riding when she passed me—“stop laughing”
Asked me, “Don’t I know you?” She had the auda-
-city to pass laughing, ask me. Does she know
The Slashing? I was in that ass last week
She thought she was a goddess. Modest? Obviously the opposite
Logic, logically, the pink host is monstrous
Patent wallets, off-balance, fourth gear
Lost malice. For the lettuce, she said she’d toss the salad
The most foulest caper. State of mind: play her
Take a load off so we can talk about the
Paper, hater. Now that drunk got high. Save your
Route short a block because Kong at the barber shop
[?] call the cops, hide the heat
At his door to spot, pick a bat, wait for the door to lock
Now she’s at my gravesite. Invade your wife on the
Late night, says, “Name the price. You’re ready to trade a life”
“You gave me the pitchfork, the crooked thoughts, the blue chrome
It’s your crooked friends—look again who name is on the tombstone”
I’m outside, looking in, you’re inside, looking out
Been looking out from the crooked mouth, snotty-nosed

[Hook: Kong] (x2)
Have you ever had a night when a stranger snitched so your banger
Spit ‘cause your finger itched? Drink a fifth, anchor ship
Bang a chick with a hanger, switch, bangers pitch
But first, change your ship—ain’t that the strangest shit?