[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard]
Turn it up!
[Ol' Dirty ba*tard]
One n***a, two n***a, three n***a, four
One of you n***as is about to get f**ed up
It's the Ol' Dirt McGirt, live and uncut
Live and uncut, ready to bust a nut
Like when I first came home, I boned Simone
f**ed her so hard, p**y started to groan
Seven in the morn', woked up and yawned
The b**h scrambled my eggs, she wrote me a song
(Sing it!) It's all because of Dirt Dog
That the reason I took my skirt off
You went away -- now I'm back with (what?)
And this is where the bullsh** stop
Plus these voices in my head, want me to go back
Pick up your guns, don't take your Prozac
Ritalin, Codelin, Zoloft, c**aine
Wu-Tang, n***a, it's the new John Coltrane (hahahaha)
[Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty ba*tard)]
Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man
If you can't do it, then no one can
(Mr. McGirt, gonna get you dirty
Lift up your skirt, I'm gonna get you dirty)
Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man
If you can't do it, then no one man
(It's the (what) in the house, gonna get you dirty
The Wu-Tang Clan gonna get you dirty)
[Missy Elliott]
I hopped on the scene, spit sixteen bars lean
Cross your face like a smear of Mabeline
Wet jeans, get rised, ecstatic clean
Is it cuz my s** feel like you on morphine
They-they think, I'm so much
I talk tough, burn your mouth and handcuffs
Makin' hits, I'm making paper, cake it up
Lookin' haters in the face, like 'n***a what?'
Now scream, how many of these muthaf**as respect me
Cuz I'm the only chick who freak any beat
So pack it up, with that O.D.B
Oh, it's a bad b**h...
Shame on a n***a, who, who tried, to run game
On a n***a, like a gold digger
I pull my trigger, I bet my gun bigger
Now how ya'll figure, that's how ya die quicker
[Ol' Dirty ba*tard]
A Son, what? what?
[Hook]
[Outro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard]
Die, drin', die, come on
This is strictly for the radio
Yo... can't stop...