Cold faced maced electric ho Bawling in the back of a black limo She's wearing flowers and michiko She was a star but you'd never know Kamikaze chickens injecting dope Crawling on the lens of a microscope Anorexic in kaliko She was a star but you'd never know Give 'em what you got, give 'em what you got given This' Dirtdog, I don't give a f** about none of you motherf**ers This recording is dirty and it's stinking Funkier than Pepe Le Peu so I was thinking about Dropping this single on the charts Letting you know 'Hey, the kid has heart' I never deny myself as being dope But in my last jam n******gs slept on my notes People thought I was weak, huh, let me speak My rhymes come funkier than your grandfathers feet So listen, listen don't you ever forget The Rhyme of dirty you couldn't clean it with comet Or even borax, some try ajax, only mix with the best Forty-eight tracks yo I get down with the ace all sounds Lyrics that people will come from miles around So let the music set your a** up
And feel the uppercut that will make you fall to your bu*t Don't clap n******g, boo me Son get his a** kicked truly PC debris, puppet with publicity Puppet with publicity Puppet with publicity Industry p**y Give 'em what you got, give 'em what you got given Let me continue verse number two Style is wild, dirty stinking like doo doo If your hanging around you change your mind It isn't bad to pull but yo, it's my rhyme I sit down and say to myself "Self, yo are you really top shelf?" I dropped a single for you, to get a dose of As I laid back like a pillow on the sofa Getting paid? Yeah, right, fully, my a** could beat you up You know me, sweet as a honey bee I rhyme with sugar, taste like a 40 Stinkin like old E Wanna drink old English so I speak old English They got to be dirty and stinkus And if it's not well I guess I'm not The A SON my friend It's dirty and it's stinkin Give 'em what you got, give 'em what you got given ((Missing Verses)) With erratic stamina,