(featuring Master Fool)      [Ol' Dirty Bastard]   This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin   Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about   droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know   hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being   dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes   You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak   My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet   So listen mister, don't you ever forget   the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it   with Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax   Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks   Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds   Lyrics that be flowin from miles around   So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut   Now I make ya fall to ya butt      [Master Fool]   Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool   Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju   Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt   They call us WINGWORM 'cause we mastered this dirt   I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough   I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's   Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues   Tony Snatcher played the fool   And man meater eater played the bone   I come in the club with no ID   They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me   Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff   It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts   Last Call now drink it up   Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff      [Chorus x2: Master Fool]   Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar   Get ya back up off the wall   People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh      [Ol' Dirty Bastard]   Yo, let me continue, verse number two   Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo   If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind   It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme   I sit down and I say to myself, "Self   yo, are you rated top the shelf?"   I drop the single for you to get a dose of   As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa   Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy   Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me   My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee   Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E      [Master Fool]   Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks?   No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks?   That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link   All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink   Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol   My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle   (Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much)   Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough   Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts   Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not   Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock   Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot      [Chorus x4]      [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]   Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo   Heard Master singin that shit?   Stinkin blue Palmaid..   Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo..