Word A' Mouth - Dirty lyrics

[Intro: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Mr. Metaphor: What up, Block? Block McCloud: What up, what up? Mr. Metaphor: There's some sheisty cats out there. Word up Block McCloud: Yeah, they're definitely out there, son Mr. Metaphor: Dirty motherf**ers Block McCloud: Rolling ‘round in the dirt like snakes Mr. Metaphor: You know what I'm saying? And then, and then you roll around with them, you get dirty Block McCloud: You get dirty. But sh** rubs off, you know what I'm saying? Mr. Metaphor: Word Block McCloud: n***as don't know how to act. Know what I mean? They want to do the dirt Mr. Metaphor: Yo, yo tell ‘em how it is. Word up. Yo, yo Block McCloud: [?]. God damn with how it is. God damn [Verse 1: Block McCloud] I knew this ho named “Jubilee” who showed and proved that she Could take on two or three It could be you and me, Moe. She's doing free, yo We could all run train—she wouldn't complain It's all fun and games to her, the ho who like to be c*nt-strangled Hon trained. She liked to be banged rough in handcuffs She'll hang tough. Trick can't get enough dick—she lovesick For this roughneck, Pimp Jon two times—Don Jon Jon Got a whole slew of concubines. Get your shoe shined On the ferry every day, he wants to rhyme And battling us been on his mind for the longest time But I'm stomping on his strongest line He's bordering on Cornish hen. We warned [as many as we won again?] [Order mortar?] when the tournament begin. We win He get his neck wrung, get hung like ornaments. He banned Led astray to think he'd get away from Block and Metaphor Headed your way. No portrayals For a rail, he's dead as doornails [Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor] I met a man with a broken tooth by a token booth Who only spoke the truth. He put me on to this local youth And rehab for coke abuse. He had a rope or noose Hanging off his roof for me. I pulled the wisdom from my tooth I needed proof, proceeded to meet the youth by his ground Son got tossed around like dirty clothes in the lost-and-found I forced him down, hit him with a palm Left him shook like a pompom Smoking on the traum, ton with one arm Tried to be my pawn. Seen this kid Jon Scheming on my cheese parmesan The alarm is on—Jon was a dishonest man Over there by the garbage can. The cat with the farmer's tan He gonna fake a move and get sent to the promised land I ran/Iran like contraband, stomped a man, tied his arms and hands Left him blindfolded, split a dutch and smoked it, ashed it Laughed at Jon, took his mic check and cashed it [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x4) I stand sturdy. My mind stay alert If you play with dirt, you get dirt [Verse 3: Mr. Metaphor] This pal of mine from Palestine Put me on like calamine about this snake cat named “Valentine” I charged up like an alkaline battery Called up The Academy, rounded up my cavalry Let the battle begin—no time to waste Lead in a vase. Blood is cased to redden her face He fled the place. Son caught lead in his waist, blood Shed in his trace. Dead in a case Wendell, my man from Puerto Rico, told my people “Some heads are scheming on my home like repo” This cat rich, the cheapo cheapskate that my peeps hate Always puffing L's, drinking booze, and can't keep straight He gonna deflate. He gonna fall into a deep state of shock I'ma strike him like a clock at 12-noon The William Tell tomb production, Brooklyn Ac' abduction Taking you out like liposuction [Verse 4: Block McCloud] I knew this sheisty dude Lancelot who ran a spot Down the block. By the abandoned lot, my man Scott was shotten Now Lancelot tried to gas me every chance he got He got plans, he plotting. Hands is hot and Clearly tried to sham me. Sold me a hand-me-down three pound He bounced and can't be found, tried to leave town Thought I [?], but I caught him on a rebound. Now he's renowned I squeezed three rounds in the hurt Now he's deep down in dirt [Hook: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] (x4) I stand sturdy. My mind stay alert If you play with dirt, you get dirt [Outro: Block McCloud and Mr. Metaphor] Mr. Metaphor: You get dirt Block McCloud: Dirty Mr. Metaphor: Filthy Block McCloud: Dirty and guilty. [?]. Block McCloud, Word A' Mouth Mr. Metaphor: Word A' Mouth Block McCloud: Move universe Mr. Metaphor: Ah. Headed in your direction Block McCloud: In your direction