Cuttin' Heads - Ol' Dirty Bastard
Here it is Where's it at? In the back Got a stack The Dirty Bastard Yo you Bastard flip the phat track Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin' heads, takin' necks What the fuck they expect? I don't know I don't care I won't fall I won't stare at a ho, 'less I know that I'm going to the mo- T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy Stop tryin' to foul me Sayin' that we're lousy But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin' New York Giant President of the Wu But I'm also a client It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what I don't give a flying fuck About a chump, 'cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off... Rhymes are rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes buckin' at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left (Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin' straight from the dirt Once I go berzerk, mad brothers I hurt Nuthin' new in '92 It's time to do the work ???, watch 'em scream once I hop on the scene And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Billy(???), ????? militant Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman Gettin' laid, takin' heads, that's my hobby Punching ??? fools in the face who call me Robbie I be the Rza, call me that cuza Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks Snatch a devil up by the hair, and cut his head off....
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Title: Cuttin' Heads