Yo, this ain't a wu-tang type slang, know what i'm sayin? I wanna just represent the whole clan You know what i'm sayin? The gza, prince rakeem, you know what i'm sayin?, ghostface killah Shallah raekwon, inspectah deck, baby-u, method man, 12 o'clock Dirty o', 62nd assassinater, know what i'm sayin?, style is coming Boom
This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular Abuse, so i was thinkin' - about, droppin' this single on the charts Lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, i never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, didn't slep on my notes You thought that i was weak, huh?, let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With comet, for even more axe, some try ajax Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya I get down with the 8 sole sounds Lyrics that be flowin' from miless around, so let the music Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now i make ya fall 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 slip, when i flip, only on that combatic shit Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggle up Don't puddle up, better yet just duck, i'm callin all earth-forms Huh!, i don't play games, i make pain, or migraines Stick it to ya ass like pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit Like big momma, ya long gone, along 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 tell ya somthin']
Yo!, let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin Like (? - doodoo), if ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo!, it's my rhyme I sit down and i say to myself [self], yo Are you ready to top ya self? I drop the single for you to get a dose of, as i lay back Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, would it? Why asking me, g? what, what, what, what, you know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty Stinkin' like old-e'!, but i drink ol' english so i speak ol' english You gotta be dirty and stinkish, and if it's not, well 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'