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