[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
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Here comes the medical examiner
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One verse then you're out for the count
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(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right amount
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Wake him up and then I ask him
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Why did he intend this --
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competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous
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Boy you shouldn't bother this
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Leave me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
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I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
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Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
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and MC's start to vanish
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(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
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Yo he wasn't from Panama
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I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
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He responded so fast, you made me laugh)
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Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I scared-his ass!)
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(Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
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I brought out the punk in him
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Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
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Told him enter the Wu-Tang
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Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
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I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
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My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
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And as you step up to bat man (I play the riddler)
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You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler)
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Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
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stayed home and played (Yahtzee!)
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Or watchin Happy Days sweatin (Poxie)
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with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
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Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm through
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Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
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(Now picture THAT with a Minolta)
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Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
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I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
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and rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
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Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
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Can't understand it here's the panaroma
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(A complete view of how I defeat you)
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Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
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Yeah I bust that ass before
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(You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
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And want to perform a massacre
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Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
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Crush the person who did em, well you just better
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So I'm stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta)
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Put the pedal to the metal
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You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
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as I (pass the bone, kicks your every measure)
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It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
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(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
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Rolled up in a) Motown Philly
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(I used to write all the time when I smoked
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Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
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With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
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Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
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Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
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But they still remains a-nom-ynous
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I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
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Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
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I teach the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
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Here's the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
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Arm yourself with a shield
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(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the Cornfield
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Zoo Two
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
