Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin' heads, takin' necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don't know
I don't care
I won't fall
I won't stare at a ho, 'less I know that I'm going to the mo-
T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin' to foul me
Sayin' that we're lousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin' New York Giant
President of the Wu
But I'm also a client
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a flying fuck
About a chump, 'cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off...
Rhymes are rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang, rhymes buckin' at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert!
Ason comin' straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers I hurt
Nuthin' new in '92
It's time to do the work
???, watch 'em scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
Mr. Billy(???), ????? militant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
Gettin' laid, takin' heads, that's my hobby
Punching ??? fools in the face who call me Robbie
I be the Rza, call me that cuza
Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks
Snatch a devil up by the hair, and cut his head off....
