Cockni O'Dire      Watch out, bust the style I be kickin'   I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken   I'm the lord of the rings like Bilbo Baggins   Return of my dragon, pants be saggin'      Science be droppin', thoughts be buildin'   My instinct's primal, tappin' your spinal   I'll smack Mike and Janet for the whole freakin' planet   Don't take me for granted, 'cause my eyes be slanted      From the phat back of blade, I must consume   'Cause my soul's on the verge of impending doom   So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew   Doin' what we do, so what's the matter with you      Divine Styler   Cockni O'Dire      I bow my head to the east five times a day   I put my face in the dirt every time I pray   To disrupt the jinn in me, 'cause the sin in me's   Tryin' to take over and make my soul crossover   I'm steady rollin' with my head [unverified] up      'Cause my system pumps loud, everybody's on my nuts   And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest   The black 850 representin' my status   Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill   My bank account's full, but my soul's empty still      Divine Styler      Cockni O'Dire      I said take me from your House of Pain   See my style's maintained, 'cause my membrane's sane   So put down your juice, pass your jinn   Push up on a skin, I begin to win   There ain't, no need to worry about where I've been      If I pass my jinn I begin to win   I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn   Push up on a skin I begin to win   There ain't, no need to worry 'bout where I've been   If I pass my jinn I begin to win      Divine Styler