[Intro:]      One two, one two -- you taping this?   All types of shit yo let that shit ride   Word to mother, turn up the microphone!   Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two)   One two, one two, one two... one two   Now niggaz know   Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint   This is strictly for the radio, yo   I just want all y'all to know   The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy   They grew up cursin   So please respect my style, please!      [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard]      I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u   Ohh, sssshit, nahh   I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh   Here comes the medical examinuh   One verse then you out for the count   Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount   Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya      I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH   Here comes the medical examiNUH   One verse then you're out for the count   Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount   Wake you up and then I ask you   How do you intend this --   Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!   You shouldn't bother this   Leave me alone like a son 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 rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish   Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!   I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama   He responded so fast, you made me laugh   Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!   Kick the hundred strongest rhymes    Then I brought out the punk in him   Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms   Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!   Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any 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 my nigga I'll change to Hitler   I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed   Home and play Yahtzee!   Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie   With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi      (Yo Unique, yo kid   Check this shit out! Yo, yo)      [Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]      Ninety-five niggaz is wasted   Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted   Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese   Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease   It's not magic, gaming is the gadget   World classic big national high attracts dear graphics   Lampin in my own zone, my physical show   Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome   He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention   The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen   Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist   I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual   I plant crimes inside vocals   My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof   Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream   Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga      [sample of Stamina]   [sample of Baby C'mon]   [sample of Brooklyn Zoo]   [sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)]   [sample of The Stomp]      Shame on you when you step through to   Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!   Shame on you when you step through to   Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!   What?!! My nuh   Shame on you when you step through to   The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo   Shame on you when you step through to   THe Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo   To the West coast!   To the East coast   To the North coast   To the South   When you take North, East, West, South   Put it all together and it spell NEWS!   Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues   And ya don't stop   So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!      [live concert]