[Tash] What`s yo` name?
What`s yo` naaaaaame?
[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I`ma Alkaholik
[Tash] Yeah me too nigga
[ODB] *singin some crazy shit*
[Tash]
You`re now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y`all look different with your clothes on
What`s up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I`m leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it`s all Olde English that I`m bringin from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody`s tighter
than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash`ll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak everytime I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I`m def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it`s twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
my ear can`t digest it
Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let`s take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker WHAT!!
[J-Ro]
The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC`s like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he`s layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome`s unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G`s or the pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block
*burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It`s the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies
*chorus*
You bithces are hoes
Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe
or in your butthole/earhole
Whever the fuck it goes
(repeat 2X)
[Ol Dirty]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
I`m a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-boy I`m rappin
What`s happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
I`m smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
You trickin, while I`m vickin hoes you stick your dick in
[Tash]
Step outta place, Tash`ll smack your taste out your face
Cause there`s nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn`t have no tune
I`m not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the Hard Way, Three`s the Hard Way
At you fuckers...
