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,