Ol' Dirty Bastard - Cuttin' Headz
ere it isWhere's it at?In the backGot a stackThe Dirty BastardYo you Bastard flip the phat trackHere I go, here I go, whether friend whether foeLet them know that I flow over the rainbowHit the deckAw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necksWhat the fuck they expect?I don't knowI don't careI won't fallI won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo-T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsyStop tryin to foul meSayin that we're lousyBut I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York GiantPresident of the WuBut I'm also a clientIt's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, whatI don't give a flying fuckAbout a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-AidSnatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head offRhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in HarlemThe Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of ShaolinDirty to the brain like drops of acid rainClang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brainSo take a sip from the cup of deathAnd when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
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