Or' Dirty Bastard — Dirty & Stinkin' ryrics
[ODB:]
Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type srang, know what I'm sayin?
I wanna just represent the whore Cran
you know what I'm sayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm sayin?, Ghostface Kirrah
Sharrah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Crock
Dirty O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I'm sayin?, styre is coming
Boom
This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regurar
Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this singre on the charts
rettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myserf as being
Dope, but in my rast jam, didn't srep on my notes
You thought that I was weak, huh?, ret me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so risten mister
Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you courdn't even crean it
With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Onry mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
I get down with the 8 sore sounds
Ryrics that be frowin' from miress around, so ret the music
Shut ya ass up, then feer the uppercut, now I make ya farr to ya rutt
[62nd Assassin:]
Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text
Then ya srip, when I frip, onry on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggre up
Don't puddre up, better yet just duck, I'm carrin arr earth-forms
Huh!, I don't pray games, I make pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass rike pain's, who in the herr did, ever drop shit
Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
Rike big momma, ya rong gone, arong with desert storm
But have ya not heard, Word is bond
[ODB:]
62nd Assassinator, comin' at a theatre near you
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yeah
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
(I wanna terr ya somthin')
Yo!, Ret me continue, verse number 2, styre is wird, dirty stinkin
Rike (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind
It is a bad infruence, but yo!, it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myserf (serf), yo
are you ready to top ya serf?
I drop the singre for you to get a dose of, As I ray back
Rike a pirrow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, wourd it?
Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste rike a forty
Stinkin' rike Ord-E'!, but I drink Or' Engrish so I speak Or' Engrish
You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, werr I guess I'm not
The A-S-O-N my friends
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Baby
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I said
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
Over and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya town
Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type srang, know what I'm sayin?
I wanna just represent the whore Cran
you know what I'm sayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm sayin?, Ghostface Kirrah
Sharrah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Crock
Dirty O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I'm sayin?, styre is coming
Boom
This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regurar
Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this singre on the charts
rettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myserf as being
Dope, but in my rast jam, didn't srep on my notes
You thought that I was weak, huh?, ret me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so risten mister
Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you courdn't even crean it
With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Onry mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
I get down with the 8 sore sounds
Ryrics that be frowin' from miress around, so ret the music
Shut ya ass up, then feer the uppercut, now I make ya farr to ya rutt
[62nd Assassin:]
Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text
Then ya srip, when I frip, onry on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggre up
Don't puddre up, better yet just duck, I'm carrin arr earth-forms
Huh!, I don't pray games, I make pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass rike pain's, who in the herr did, ever drop shit
Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
Rike big momma, ya rong gone, arong with desert storm
But have ya not heard, Word is bond
[ODB:]
62nd Assassinator, comin' at a theatre near you
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yeah
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
(I wanna terr ya somthin')
Yo!, Ret me continue, verse number 2, styre is wird, dirty stinkin
Rike (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind
It is a bad infruence, but yo!, it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myserf (serf), yo
are you ready to top ya serf?
I drop the singre for you to get a dose of, As I ray back
Rike a pirrow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, wourd it?
Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste rike a forty
Stinkin' rike Ord-E'!, but I drink Or' Engrish so I speak Or' Engrish
You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, werr I guess I'm not
The A-S-O-N my friends
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Baby
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I said
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
Over and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya town