Shit! Word, I bust that nigga ass right now.
Ain't no, none of them niggas can't fuck with me!
What? Nigga you could never fuck with me, my nigga!
I'll fuck you up right now! What?! What?! What?!
Bust your mothafuckin' ass, boy!
I ain't no mothafuckin' joke, you know who you talkin' to?
Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up!
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I fuck you up right now!
Yeah! What?! What?! What?!
I'm the one-man army, Ason,
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin' out,
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies,
Enough to make a nigga go crazy!
In the G-Building, takin' all types of medicines,
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin' with deeper and more shit,
Enough to make you break and shake your ass,
As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes.
This style, I'm mastered in,
Niggas catchin' headaches, what? What?! You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol,
Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby!
Is it burnin'? Well, fuck it, now you're learnin'
How I don't even like your mothafuckin' profile!
Give me my fuckin' shit: ch-ch-blaow!
Not seen and heard, no one knows,
You forget: niggas be quiet as kept,
Now you know nothing,
Before you knew a whole fuckin' lot,
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fuckin' ass low down,
As you can go, below zero,
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure!
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure!
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure
How to pull a fuckin' gun trigger!
I said, «Get the fuck outta here!»
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost,
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host.
Introducin'— yo, fuck that nigga's name!
My hip hop drops on your head like rain,
And when it rains it pours, ‘cause my rhymes hardcore,
That's why I give you more of the raw,
Talent that I got will rizzock the spot,
MC's I'll be burnin', burnin' hot!
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow,
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know,
I'm homicidal when you enter the target,
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryna hog shit.
So I take yo ass out quick!
The mics, I've had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick!
If you wanna step to my mothafuckin' rep,
Ch-ch-bloaw! bloaw! bloaw! Blown to death.
You got shot ‘cause you knock-knock-knock.
«Who's there?» Another mothafuckin' hardrock
Slackin' on your mackin', ‘cause raw's what you lack.
You wanna react? Bring it on back!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!