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