Yo imagine, imagine the shit Drunk as hell and shit And you going into a fuckin bar and shit You stumbling over bitches and everything Falling over everywhere
song And hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid? As dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid? That pack a tool belt and dirty ratchet Set your
And hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
t even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You think you Catholic
you don't get clap upon Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet Set your
when that shit don't even sound warm Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn The graphic exposin' wack asses I emcee as free as 'Ol Dirty Bastard You
hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet Set
say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin on timin and in the place to be (Run blood claat tings!) They love see meeeeeeee! [Ol' Dirty Bastard
