(featuring Master Fool)
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin
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Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about
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droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know
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hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
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dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept 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
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So listen mister, don't you ever forget
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the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
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with Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax
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Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks
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Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds
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Lyrics that be flowin from miles around
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So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut
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Now I make ya fall to ya butt
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[Master Fool]
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Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool
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Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju
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Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt
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They call us WINGWORM cuz we mastered this dirt
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I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough
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I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's
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Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues
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Tony Snatcher played the fool
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And man meater eater played the bone
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I come in the club with no ID
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They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me
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Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff
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It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts
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Last Call now drink it up
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Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff
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[Chorus x2: Master Fool]
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Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar
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Get ya back up off the wall
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People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yo, let me continue, verse number two
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Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo
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If ya hangin around, ya changed 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
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yo, are you rated top the shelf?"
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I drop the single for you to get a dose of
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As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
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Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy
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Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me
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My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee
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Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E
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[Master Fool]
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Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks?
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No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks?
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That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link
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All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink
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Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol
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My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle
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(Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much)
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Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough
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Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts
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Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not
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Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock
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Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot
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[Chorus x4]
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[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
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Heard Master singin that shit?
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Stinkin blue Palmaid..
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Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo..
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Last Call
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Ol' Dirty Bastard |