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 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

Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin 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 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. Milli, that means I'm also militant

Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman

Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby

Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie

I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I

Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa

Dirty deluxe, yo, I