[ verse 1 ]   Now this is a difficult subject   About something that's crazy - oh, what the heck   They know they have something that people don't like   And they still continue to disrespect   The thing I'm talkin about is an essence   A foreign fragrance with a presence   That you can't see with the naked eye   But to the nose it's a nuisance   It comes in so many forms, it's camouflaged   And it will sneak upon you like espionage   You might not know it cause it won't show it   And you will swear it's just a mirage   It can be with you when you're talkin   It will be so close, you think it's hawkin   With a bit of a twang it got it's own slang   Is even known in new york, and   Everybody know what I'm sayin   >from here to the himalayan   If you don't know, you must be doo-doo   This is what I'm sayin   About the dragon      [ verse 2 ]   I think I should go more into depth   About a secret that is quiet as kept   If you have it like richochet rabbit   It can ruin your rep   There are ways of preventin this   Check your hygenie and your dentist   You might think I'm messin, but this is a lesson   Godliness is cleanliness   But if you think I'm misguiding you   By sayin there's somethin inside of you   That bothers everybody when you're at a party   And your reactions to it is: "pee you!"   You're sittin there baffled and puzzled   Whatever you have, you wish you was muzzled   But if you want a clue, between me and you   It could be the beverage you guzzle   But if you listen to me   The diabolical energetical b   The i-z mza-mza-a-r-k-i-e   I'm tryina give you h-e-l-p   So i'ma end it off like this   Before you give somebody a kiss   For the one you adore, check them before   You get a crazy whiff   Of the dragon      [ verse 3 ]   I once knew a guy by the name of tock   He was one of them kids from like around the block   The kid was cool, had the right gear, and slim   The only thing was wrong, he smelled like a gym   In secret tellin rumours, his right guard went left   And his band was playin a song that was funky to def   He was kickin like bruce lee and jim kelly   Word is bond, that kid was smelly   Even if he would shower and shower   Or sprinkle a day, wouldn't last for a hour   He would always wanna like hang around   His underarms had bass with scents around   I tried to tell him, but he just wouldn't listen   He thought from my heart I was tryin to diss him   I started beatin around the bush cause he thought I was naggin   I said, "yo tock, you got the dragon!"