See let a nigga come through with that bullshit   Anytime you pop that shit nigga   I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy   I know, it'll come to what? Say what?      Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know   (See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)   Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan   You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?      Where you reside motherfucker?   How you live? How you see?   Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout   Three-fifty-seven to your mouth      Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting this   It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening   Ignite my styles I got my hand upon the trigger   Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga      Yo, straight actin' live about them hell fires   A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror   The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water   Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission      Travel like the speed of wind, through the valley of sin   I step to ville and murdered many man   Serving justice in my vicinity   This is, Brooklyn, Zu      I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown   Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground   I can't shop 'cuz every bro blowin' up the spot   Hit rocks and niggaz know      Yo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion   Nervous, that's why the zoo brought me in   Now bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts   Before the case begin, first break me in his brain      And make sure he can't maintain the calmness   Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this   Stage like mail, pre hands that be the move   Now your Posse is your fuckin' Platoon      Stale cells, just flows through the air   I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs   Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist   With the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mind      Fuck, shit up on the hurry up   Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck   Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch   Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump      Never fall victim to no bitch   Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp   And score more points than Shawn Kemp   Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks      Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut   Ol' Dirty Bastard live and uncut   Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a      Got more props than the President   My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this   'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped   The shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for Christmas   And tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent it      Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant   'Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired   You shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a microphone      But if you wanna run on up, like you tough   I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore   Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat      Roll and stroll with the party scene   Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean   Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and   Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin'      Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'   I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith   Start to flip, slip, 'cuz you're slippin'   While you sleep I be the God on point      With Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show   Strip and rip a hoe, way like Bo   Jackson while I'm still taxin', maxin'   Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracks      And again and again when I rock the jam   Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your hand   Introducin', one-man band in town   It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga      When the jump, stepped, to the center   Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the   You get dap slapped, across the MC map   Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot      Come on through I black and blue your whole crew   Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo   Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challenger   That I lay down like towel, then I get higher      Here comes the ill, type ruffer   Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen   Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus   Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers      Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill   Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill   60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set   Hit you with the blast   (Yo, close the door)