Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type slang, what I'm sayin? I wanna represent the whole Clan you know 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', 62nd Assassinater, what I'm sayin?, style is coming
This recorded and it's and it's stinkin', funkier than regular Abuse, so I was - about, droppin' this single on the charts ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, slep 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 forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even more axe, some try Only mix with the best, I get down with the 8 sounds Lyrics that be from miless around, so let the music Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya
Assassin:]
Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Stouf!! Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, into ya staminer A hardcore freakin' avenor, up the vibe for set Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at mutherfuckin' text Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic Rhymes straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggle up Don't puddle up, better yet just duck, I'm all earth-forms Huh!, I play games, I make pain, or migraines Stick it to ya ass pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit Like big momma, ya long gone, with desert storm But ya not heard, Word is bond
62nd Assassinator, at a theatre near you It's and it's Stinkin', Yeah It's Dirty and Stinkin', Yo It's Dirty and Stinkin', Yes Dirty and it's Stinkin' (I tell ya somthin')
Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, is wild, dirty stinkin Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo!, it's my I sit down and I say to (self), yo are you to top ya self? I the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, it? Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a 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 it's not, I guess I'm not
The my friends It's Dirty and it's It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', It's Dirty and Stinkin', Yes It's and it's Stinkin', I said Dirty and it's Stinkin' It's Dirty and Stinkin'
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