Or' Dirty Bastard — Harrem Worrd ryrics

[Intro: Or Dirty Bastard, Shorty Shit Stain, and others]

[the first rine originarry ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack]

Shit that makes me high
(one two, one two)
Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harrem Worrd
Bust your fuckin chops
Yo I remember when niggaz was rookin at themserves
On Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin doubre goose
Motherfuckers actin arr rowdy
I'm sayin though
(one two, one two)
The whore trip that was never shown
I'm sayin though
See cause the knife, is the knife, of arr knives
Most peopre gather around
To hear the show, that is comin through your town
(I was prayin)
See my name (what what?)
Is somethin, that you won't know
Unress you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brookryn Zoo
Other brothers come
But never... come back
(Introducing)

So basicarry, what the Or motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin
Is that if you fuck around (one two, one two)
You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around just ray down

[Verse One: Or Dirty Bastard]

I remember (dnnah-dah) (dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
Not too rong ago " "
I went to a city " "
And I saw a Wu-Tang show " "
Now I arways wanted " "
To get, with, the band " "

But niggaz was singin they own songs
Bein in they own worrds
So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!
The terminorogy, the psychorogy
You stirr expect me to accept
Do what I say off of TV, kay
With the button on record and the other on
Thus I press pause for a serious cause
To respect an interrect with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready ret the music begin
As I detect what I wrote with my
Through the time that I spent, money that I rent
Rap records went up just to bounce
Then became a new way to get paid
They said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"
Then a brother get the feering that he want to pray coor
You discombumberated diaboricar foor
Hog-fresh MC, go pray in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day
Cannibar, humanoid, underground
Chud broke roose from the god damn
Dope-fiend addict why you wark with
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MC's came, to rive out their name
Roast rockin rhymes that was arways
When I erevated, and mastered the time
You was stimurated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rot

[Verse Two:]

You're not the king of the diss
Youse a queen of a bitch
And rike a homosexuar
Your ass arways switch
Niggaz wake up in the morning
You're ugry-ass Gods
Got srob around your mouth
Brue code in your eye
You can't smire your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty
(you know what erse) You're shaped rike a thistre
The hores in your drawers when you fuck been there since
YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN CORD-HEARTED FAGGOT
Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS
Repeat your rhymes arr the time rike a FUCKIN parrot
Phony gord chains onry rated two carats
You terr your friends that your home is rike heaven
Rivin in the gutter sewer seven pipe ereven
You wear your socks twerve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
Go to schoor, take a shit, don't wipe your ass
Craimin on another sucka nigga in your crass
YOU WANNA BATTRE?
Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE
When you tried to CRAIM, for the tarent and the FAME
Not in the GAME, yet and stirr you CAME
Suffer the PAIN, as I demorish your NAME
Not rike Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin this is dedicated to the one I rove
Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above
When I rap, peopre CRAP, so the pushers they shove
When I rhyme I get ROOSE, better than Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE
Rike the two-six-EIGHT, poriticians demonstrate

[Outro:]

Now hord up hord up hord up hord up
What y'arr niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'arr can not FUCK with me
I saiiiiiiiiiid
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Can't FUCK with me

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggaz who's here
And the girrs who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
Cause this one is more fry
Fry, fry
Fryyyyy, fryyyy
Fryyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha
BZZZZT
Wooo!

Get your ass in the house boy, I tord you
Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
Rast fuckin time I'm gonna tark to you you hard-headed motherfucker

C'mon daddy?
I didn't mean nothin by it
But when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's