| Here it is. |
| Where’s it at? |
| In the back. |
| Got a stack
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| The Dirty Bastard. |
| Yo, you Bastard flip the phat track
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| Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
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| Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
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| Hit the deck. |
| Aw, yep, *ch-ch plow* from the Tek
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| Takin' heads, takin' necks. |
| What the fuck they expect?
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| I don’t know! |
| I don’t care! |
| I won’t fall! |
| I won’t stare
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| At a ho, 'less I know that I’m going to the mo-
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| T-t-tel, 'cause I’m lousy, my technique is drowsy
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| Stop tryin' to foul me, sayin' that we’re lousy
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| But I’m a tyrant, defiant, walkin' New York Giant
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| President of the Wu, but I’m also a client
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| It’s the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
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| I don’t give a flying fuck about a chump
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| Cause his heart only pumps Kool-Aid
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| Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
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| Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
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| The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
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| Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
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| Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin' at your brain
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| So take a sip from the cup of death
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| And when you’re shaking my right hand, I’ll stab you with the left
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| Ason comin' straight from the dirt
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| Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
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| Nuthin' new in ninety-two, it’s time to go to work
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| Trills, watch them scream once I hop on the scene
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| They fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
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| Mr. Milli, that means I’m also militant
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| Don’t wear no suit and tie, I’m no gentleman
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| Gettin' laid, takin' heads, that’s my hobby
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| Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
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| I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I
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| Never liked the name I received from my poppa
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| Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin' for ducks
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| Snatchin' devils up by the hair, then cut his head off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cuttin' Headz , by - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Song from the album Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп