ODB:
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`
Over and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya town
