You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rotten's f**in sh** up
Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut
All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes
Cops pull me over like you under arrest
Some n***as I know act like b**hes without breast
Dick riders, I hope you got your latex
Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro s**
The arrest echoes through your project
Met Billie Jean, had safe s**
Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixing crack with s**, so they sold for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed
Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest
Actin like you want some, but wan't none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but f*ggots
Never bust none
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99.9 percent of these n***as ain't sh**
And most of these n***as s** dick
Why should I waste my time?
Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
99.9 PerCent of these n***as s** dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D
Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
Dick riders suply the gas, watch n***as head inflate
Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts
Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye
Vessel of the most high, bullsh**, they demand you supply
But don't get caught the same n***a'll testify
Switch like a b**h, you not from East New York
Youse a motherf**in snitch
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Why should I waste my time?
Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
Not your average n***a, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler
Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
Make ya volcanic hot, n***as got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip
Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
You should come equipped
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Why should I waste my time?
Word up, peace I'm out
The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel