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[Ol Dirty
grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the examiner
One then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he the right amount
Wake him up and I ask him
Why did he this --
competition to get an ass so tremendous
Boy you bother this
me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the like the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started spanish!
Yo he wasn't Panama
I him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He responded so fast, you me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest
I brought out the in him
him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll the shit you bring)
I watch ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll to Hitler)
Go out Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Days sweatin (Poxie)
Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm
Like a ten and a foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make born, I flip the script
and rock on P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're down, niggaz grab my what what
understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who to (beat you)
Yeah I bust ass before
(You ran to and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's
Crush the who did em, well you just better
So I'm to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the
You and your DJ your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, your every measure)
It's not a but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of
Rolled up in a) Motown
(I to write all the time when I smoked
the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be this)
But still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie
I teach the to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a
(Before you get up) just like the Children in the Cornfield