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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Zoo Two lyrics
[Ol Dirty Bastard] 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-ac |
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