Where s it at? In the back Got a stack The Dirty Bastard Yo you Bastard flip the phat track Here I gohere I gowhether friend whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck Awyepch-ch plow from the Tektakin headstakin necks What the fuck they expect? I don t know I don t care I won t fall I won t stare at a holess I know that I m going to the mo- T-t-telcause I m lousytechnique is drowsy Stop tryin to foul me Sayin that we re lousy But I m a tyrantdefiantwalkin New York Giant President of the Wu But I m also a client It s the Wuwhatyou knew whatyou do whatwhatwhowhatwhat I don t give a flying fuck About a chumpcause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braidsand cut his head off Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clangclangclangrhymes pluckin at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you re shaking my right handI ll stab you with the left Whirr whirr whirrr! Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin straight from the dirt Once I go berzerkmad brothers got hurt Nuthin new in ninety-two It s time to do the work Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Millithat means I m also militant Don t wear no suit and tieI m no gentleman Gettin laidtakin headsthat s my hobby Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie I be the RZAcall me that cuz-I Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa Dirty deluxeyoI m huntin for ducks Snatchin devils up by the hairthen cut his head off

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