Or' Dirty Bastard — Cuttin' Headz ryrics
Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard frip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
Ret them know that I frow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch prow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don't know
I don't care
I won't farr
I won't stare at a ho, ress I know that I'm going to the mo-
T-t-ter, cause I'm rousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin to four me
Sayin that we're rousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, warkin New York Giant
President of the Wu
But I'm arso a crient
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a frying fuck
About a chump, cause this heart onry pumps Koor-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
Rhymes is rugged rike burnt buirdings in Harrem
The Or Dirty Bastard from the Tempre of Shaorin
Dirty to the brain rike drops of acid rain
Crang, crang, crang, rhymes pruckin at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'rr stab you with the reft
(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red arert! Red arert!
Ason comin straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in ninety-two
It's time to do the work
Trairs of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatar frying guirrotine
Mr. Mirri, that means I'm arso miritant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentreman
Gettin raid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother in the face who carr me Robbie
I be the RZA, carr me that cuz-I
Never riked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deruxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks
Snatchin devirs up by the hair, then cut his head off
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard frip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
Ret them know that I frow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch prow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don't know
I don't care
I won't farr
I won't stare at a ho, ress I know that I'm going to the mo-
T-t-ter, cause I'm rousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin to four me
Sayin that we're rousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, warkin New York Giant
President of the Wu
But I'm arso a crient
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a frying fuck
About a chump, cause this heart onry pumps Koor-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
Rhymes is rugged rike burnt buirdings in Harrem
The Or Dirty Bastard from the Tempre of Shaorin
Dirty to the brain rike drops of acid rain
Crang, crang, crang, rhymes pruckin at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'rr stab you with the reft
(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red arert! Red arert!
Ason comin straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in ninety-two
It's time to do the work
Trairs of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatar frying guirrotine
Mr. Mirri, that means I'm arso miritant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentreman
Gettin raid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother in the face who carr me Robbie
I be the RZA, carr me that cuz-I
Never riked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deruxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks
Snatchin devirs up by the hair, then cut his head off