Ol' Dirty Bastard - Shame on Blue lyrics

[Mashup of: Brooklyn Zoo by Ol' Dirty ba*tard From Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version And Blueprint by Fugazi From Repeater + 3 songs] [Intro] Ain't no–none of them n***as can't f** with me What? n***a you could never f** with me, my n***a I'll f** you up right now! What?! What?! What?! Bust your motherf**ing a** boy! I ain't no motherf**ing joke, you know who you talking to? Ol' Dirty ba*tard, you know what I'm sayin'? I f** you up right now Yeah! What?! What?! What?! [Verse 1] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out I keep MCs looking out I drop science like girls be dropping babies Enough to make a n***a go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your a** thought you were better than Ason, I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more sh** Enough to make you break and shake your a** As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in n***as catching headaches What? What? You need Aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even k** with Midol f** around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, f** it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherf**ing profile Give me my f**ing sh**: CH-CH-BLAOW! Not seen and heard, no-one knows You forget: n***as be quiet as d**h Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole f**ing lot Your a** don't wanna get shot A lot of MCs came to my showdown And watched me put your f**ing a** low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt I never been tooken out By a n***a, who couldn't figure Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a f**ing gun trigger I said "Get the f** outta here!" [Chorus by Guy Picciotto] I'm not playing I'm not playing I'm not playing with you, yeah! [Verse 2] n***a wanna get too close, to the utmost But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host Introducing - yo f** that n***a's name My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target n***a get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh** So I take yo a** out quick The mics, I've had it my n***a, you can s** my dick If you wanna step to my motherf**ing rep CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to d**h [Chorus by Guy Picciotto] I'm not playing I'm not playing I'm not playing with you, yeah! [Hook] You got shot cause you knock knock knock "Who's there?" Another motherf**ing hardrock Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you, when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!