Here it is
Wheres 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 dont know
I dont care
I wont fall
I wont stare at a ho, less I know that Im going to the mo-
T-t-tel, cause Im lousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin to foul me
Sayin that were lousy
But Im a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant
President of the Wu
But Im also a client
Its the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I dont 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 youre shaking my right hand, Ill 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
Its 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 Im also militant
Dont wear no suit and tie, Im no gentleman
Gettin laid, takin heads, thats 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, Im huntin for ducks
Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off
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