Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard Shorty Shit Stain and others



(the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack)

Shit that makes me high

[one two one two]

Yo we gonna bring it down to Harlem World

Bust your fuckin chops

Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves

on Farmers motherfuckers was wearin double goose

Motherfuckers actin all rowdy

I'm sayin though

[one two, one two]

The whole trip that was never shown

I'm sayin though

See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives

Most people gather around

To hear the show, that is comin through your town

(I was playin)

See my name [what what?]

Is somethin, that you won't know

Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo

Other brothers come

But never... come back

(Introducing)



So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin

is that if you fuck around [one two, one two]

You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up

So don't fuck around just lay down



Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard



I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)

Not too long ago " "

I went to a city " "

And I saw a Wu-Tang show " "

Now I always wanted " "

To get, with, the band " "



But niggaz was singin they own songs

bein in they own worlds

So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!

The terminology, the psychology

you still expect me to accept

Do what I say off of TV, kay

with the button on record and the other on

thus I press pause for a serious cause

to respect an intellect with this gratifying

now that I'm ready let the music begin

as I detect what I wrote with my

through the time that I spent, money that I lent

rap records went up just to bounce

then became a new way to get paid

they said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"

Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool

you discombumberated diabolical fool

Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud

Another 20th century, modern day

Cannibal, humanoid, underground

chud broke loose from the god damn

dope-fiend addict why you walk with

Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome

when the MC's came, to live out their name

roast rockin rhymes that was always

when I elevated, and mastered the time

You was stimulated from the high post

You got shot cause you knew you were rot



Verse Two:



You're not the king of the diss

youse a queen of a bitch

And like a homosexual

your ass always switch

Niggaz wake up in the morning

you're ugly-ass Gods

Got slob around your mouth

blue code in your eye

You can't smile your teeth too gritty

Can't even move, drawers too shitty

(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle

The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since

YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT

Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS

Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot

Phony gold chains only rated two carats

You tell your friends that your home is like heaven

Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven

You wear your socks twelve days in a row

Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show

Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass

Claimin on another sucka nigga in your class

YOU WANNA BATTLE?

Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind

Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme

Swine on your mind, pork on your fork

Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York

Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE

When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME

Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME

Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME

Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV

Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love

Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above

When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove

When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose

Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE

Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate



Outro:



Now hold up hold up hold up hold up

What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear

Is y'all can not FUCK with me

I saiiiiiiiiiid

ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

can't FUCK with me



I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door

Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk

Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack

For the niggaz who's here

And the girls who's out there

Throw your hands in the air

Cause this one is more fly

Fly, fly

Flyyyyy, flyyyy

Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha

BZZZZT

Wooo!



Get your ass in the house boy, I told you

Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!

Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker



C'mon daddy?

I didn't mean nothin by it

but when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's