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