Yo, this a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I'm sayin? I wanna just the whole Clan you know what I'm 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 dirty and 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 funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister Don't you forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even more axe, some try Only mix the best, 48-tract-ya I get with the 8 sole sounds Lyrics that be from miless around, so let the music Shut ya ass up, feel 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, up the vibe for set Wit the of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic Rhymes comin straight from the 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 pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed Like big momma, ya gone, along with desert storm But ya not heard, Word is bond
62nd Assassinator, at a theatre near you Dirty 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, number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya It is a bad influence, but yo!, my rhyme I sit down and I say to (self), yo are you to top ya self? I drop the for you to get a dose of, As I lay back Like a on a sofa, gettin' 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' English so I speak Ol' You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, well I I'm not
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