Lyrics: Yo, are you taping baby? Baby are you taping? Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon What the fuck anybody wanna do? Right motherfucking now! Ahhahhahhhah [Verse One:] I'm the dog who's ahead of the Lords Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad Can I get raw, yes I get Dirty to the floor Rhymes, hittin on your mind, you could never ignore Hip-hop to me is like a place to be My specialTY from me to you is emCEE Say what you wanna sayyyahhh, baby sayahh I flip the microphone-ah, any dayahh I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab Niggaz get mad, your ass stink never had This talent that I got will resound the spot MC's, you got paid a lot You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams When it come to the money yo it ain't funny It's what you gotta do what you got to do C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get On the dancefloor shotgun kill the shit BLAOW, then you won't step to me Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You'd be like BOOOOO HE AIN'T NO HARDCORE Niggaz play like they live but won't survive Jumpin up and down ticklin that jive when you ticklin gab I'm an average man, G-O-D fan Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan! It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too! Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care WHO, the Ol Dirty Bastard be Oh me on my, you be hoppin on my shit just like a fly BZZZZZT, all around The dirtiest stinkin sound down to the ground What what, what you wanna do? What you wanna do when I'm coming for you? I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah, Bayybahhhahahahahahahahahahah...

ODB Lyrics: [verse 6 Ol' Dirty Bastard] Are you, uh, ah, uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH Ol' Dirty clan of terroristsComin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nervesRhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to thecurbI got funky fresh, like the old specialistA carrier, messenger, bury yaThis experience is for the whole experienceLet it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE

Lyrics: [ODB] I ain't no nigga My words can't be held against me I'm not caught up in your law All music must obey me All pain must obey me I cripple my enemies Got that careful vocabulary I can talk my way up out of anything Nobody's words can go against me I'm stingy, I want all that energy Osirus, the best nigga in the place to be I two hundred hot degree Burning ya til you faint y'all Y'all niggas shooting blanks y'all I'm fucking my vest, drive an armored tank y'all I dead niggas like a dog buries a bone You could never set me up I raise the pain volume Nominate me, as presidential MC My career so intelligent unique physique A nigga please! [ODB and RZA] [Chorus] You could never fuck with the dog, A nigga please! Nigga I will bury ya bone A nigga please! I'm the one who burned ya home A nigga please! Watch your shit fall like Rome I'm immune to all viruses I get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses Just for slinging *nuh* I get a quarter a mil I'll have it raining ice drops the size of automobiles Kill all the government microchips in my body I'm the paranoid nigga at your party I kill all my enemies at birth! Shut the fuck up! Bitch and let my slide my hands up your skirt Nigga please! [Chorus] Nigga please! (You could never fuck with the dog) [x5] [RZA] Straight up! ODB type shit Y'all watch out for the Abbott and Crazy Monk Coming soon Splashed y'all with the organic hip-hop spazola type Naw mean Straight up! For born in on

Lyrics: "C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon baby" [repeats in background all throughout the song] "You bitches can't do nothin" [repeats in background through intro] [Intro: ODB] It's Ol' Dirty Bastard and shit, know I'm sayin? I wanna give a big shout out to my nigga Luke KnowI'msayin? You know, you know, know I wanna lock all the bitches down I wanna lock all the bitches down from the North, To East, to West, to South KnowI'msayin? I wanna.. help me put these bitches in my trance I want y'all to suck my lizard You bitches wanna fuck me when you smell my under-arm [ODB] I make yo' dick disappear I ain't hearin anymore weird sounds in the ear PSSSSSSS... you can't purr no more You wanna kneal and suck dick? I'ma keep your throat sore Bitches got herpes in ya ass Every time you fuck a nigga, he dies fast And you won't last The pussy break down from a rash It's hard for you to walk, cuz you stuck up in your ass Don't ask me for no cash You better not be tellin me to give them no cash Ash, bash, crash, sad ass [Chorus: ODB] Give me a little of that Cracker Jack You ain't caramel coated Cracker Jack The surprise, bitch you gonna get waxed This that shit, you can't do nothin about [ODB] Girls ain't pretty to me anymore Cuz you ain't bein a real whore Ooh, you ain't a real whore [yells some crazy shit] You can't say, wear nails anymore You ain't givin up, a manicure Suckin my dick is gonna be your chore If you don't, you're punishment You can't get off until ya suck my dick Physically I operate your brain to function Give me anything, that I wantin ALL GIRLS WANNA FUCK ME EVERYDAY And give me that, the money Don't even know what happens naturally Especially when I'm playin with the chemistry THE MONEY COMIN TO ME FIRST You gonna keep dyin til you die from thirst I WANT A DIFFERENT GIRL EVERYDAY If you wanna die, you gotta drink my sperm The other way to die, is eat a can of worms [Chorus 3X] [Outro: ODB] Give me a little... Yo, I love you girls cuz you wanna stick your tongue up in my ass Or you can't taste, smell, touch or hear, or see I got you in a smash, give me it! [instrumental for next 58 seconds]

Lyrics: [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard (GZA in brackets)] I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count (Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake him up and then I ask him Why did he intend this -- Competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous Boy you shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!) I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish (I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish! Yo he wasn't from Panama I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama! He responded so fast, you made me laugh) Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I scared-his ass!) (Kick the hundred strongest rhymes I brought out the punk in him Caught him with a strong five deadly venom Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring) I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat man (I play the riddler) You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler) Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed Home and played (Yahtzee!) Or watchin Happy Days sweatin (Poxie) With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi) Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm through Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe) (Now picture THAT with a Minolta) Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script And rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn) Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what Can't understand it here's the panaroma (A complete view of how I defeat you) Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you) Yeah I bust that ass before (You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!) And want to perform a massacre Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular Crush the person who did em, well you just better So I'm stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta) Put the pedal to the metal You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle As I (pass the bone, kicks your every measure) It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure (C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli Rolled up in a) Motown Philly (I used to write all the time when I smoked Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then choke Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this) But they still remains a-nom-ynous I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks I teach the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth) Here's the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof) Arm yourself with a shield (Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the Cornfield

Lyrics: [Intro] Sing the song, sing along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me [Verse 1] When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit (Slurp), taste it again, I like it (Rrr) I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop Baby baby, I can't stop Wu, gots ta like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife [laughter] Gimme dat [Verse 2] Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No-one is available to be compatible This is chamber number 9, verse 32 Is what we call The Stomp (Stomp) The stomp is down (Stomp) Get down for your crown (Stomp) Stomp (Stomp) [ODB] [Verse 3] Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, (BOOM) you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch (Grruh) Any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette Straight up and down, I don't play around Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name Big A, from the shelter