[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Get prepared for the Buddha Monk

You wanna get high? Roll up the skunk

Ladies and gentlemen..



[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo, turn this shit up, man

Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man

I want.. I want the mic.. I want the mic to shake

The mic don't even sound good at all

Man, what's up with that shit?

Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme

They don't wanna work through that shit

KnawI'msayin? Niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..

If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth

If you can barely hear it then you need to go



[Hook 2X]



[Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock]

It's a Buddha Monk show

Brooklyn Zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low



[Babyface Finster]

Nosy wails tales from a High Plainz Drifta

Bounty Killer, most wanted villain

Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke

I toke, the Colt forty-five

Desert Eagle, rips through cerebral tissue

The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin

Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit

And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes

Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window

Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes

I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose

Niggaz is a joke, I take a toke of the la

And all the botty boys go boom bye bye



[Chorus]



[Manley Musa]

If he fucked up

These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up

By M three-eighty-oh, Musa on the low

Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile

With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go

Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book

Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put

Pop shit like like liquid lips,