*featuring 62nd Assassin
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[ODB:]
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Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I'm sayin?
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I wanna just represent the whole Clan
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you know what I'm sayin?
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The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm sayin?, Ghostface Killah
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Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Clock
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Dirty O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I'm sayin?, style is coming
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Boom
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This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular
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Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this single on the charts
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lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
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Dope, but in my last jam, didn't slep on my notes
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You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
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My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
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Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
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With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
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Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
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I get down with the 8 sole sounds
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Lyrics that be flowin' from miless around, so let the music
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Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt
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[62nd Assassin:]
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Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
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Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
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A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set
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Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text
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Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
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Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggle up
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Don't puddle up, better yet just duck, I'm callin all earth-forms
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Huh!, I don't play games, I make pain, or migraines
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Stick it to ya ass like pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit
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Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
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Like big momma, ya long gone, along with desert storm
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But have ya not heard, Word is bond
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[ODB:]
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62nd Assassinator, comin' at a theatre near you
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yeah
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
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(I wanna tell ya somthin')
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Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin
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Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind
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It is a bad influence, but yo!, it's my rhyme
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I sit down and I say to myself (self), yo
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are you ready to top ya self?
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I drop the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back
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Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, would it?
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Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
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My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty
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Stinkin' like Old-E'!, but I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English
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You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, well I guess I'm not
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The A-S-O-N my friends
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Baby
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I said
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
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It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
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Over and over
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Wu-Tang comin through ya town
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Dirty & Stinkin'
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Ol' Dirty Bastard |