Ol' Dirty Bastard - Harlem World lyrics

Intro: Ol Dirty ba*tard, Shorty sh** Stain, and others (the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack) sh** that makes me high [one two, one two] Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem World Bust your f**in chops Yo I remember when n***az was lookin at themselves on Farmers, motherf**ers was wearin double goose Motherf**ers actin all rowdy I'm sayin though [one two, one two] The whole trip that was never shown I'm sayin though See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives Most people gather around To hear the show, that is comin through your town (I was playin) See my name [what what?] Is somethin, that you won't know Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo Other brothers come But never... come back (Introducing) So basically, what the Ol motherf**in Dirty ba*tard is sayin is that if you f** around [one two, one two] You're gonna get yo' a** f**ed up So don't f** around just lay down Verse One: Ol Dirty ba*tard I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah) Not too long ago " " I went to a city " " And I saw a Wu-Tang show " " Now I always wanted " " To get, with, the band " " But n***az was singin they own songs bein in they own worlds So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!! The terminology, the psychology you still expect me to accept Do what I say off of TV, kay with the bu*ton on record and the other on thus I press pause for a serious cause to respect an intellect with this gratifying now that I'm ready let the music begin as I detect what I wrote with my through the time that I spent, money that I lent rap records went up just to bounce then became a new way to get paid they said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one" Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool you discombumberated diabolical fool Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud Another 20th century, modern day Cannibal, humanoid, underground chud broke loose from the god damn dope-fiend addict why you walk with Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome when the MC's came, to live out their name roast rockin rhymes that was always when I elevated, and mastered the time You was stimulated from the high post You got shot cause you knew you were rot Verse Two: You're not the king of the diss youse a queen of a b**h And like a h*mos**ual your a** always switch n***az wake up in the morning you're ugly-a** Gods Got slob around your mouth blue code in your eye You can't smile your teeth too gritty Can't even move, drawers too sh**ty (you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle The holes in your drawers when you f** been there since YOU DUCKIN su*kIN MOTHERfu*kIN COLD-HEARTED f*gGOT Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fu*kIN parrot Phony gold chains only rated two carats You tell your friends that your home is like heaven Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven You wear your socks twelve days in a row Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show Go to school, take a sh**, don't wipe your a** Claimin on another s**a n***a in your cla** YOU WANNA BATTLE? Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind Make you rap against a brother with a weak-a** rhyme Swine on your mind, pork on your fork Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate Outro: Now hold up hold up hold up hold up What y'all n***az don't seem to hear Is y'all can not fu*k with me I saiiiiiiiiiid ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL can't fu*k with me I wanna give a shout out to my n***a Door, Door, Door Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack For the n***az who's here And the girls who's out there Throw your hands in the air Cause this one is more fly Fly, fly Flyyyyy, flyyyy Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha BZZZZT Wooo! Get your a** in the house boy, I told you Get your a** in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy! Last f**in time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherf**er C'mon daddy? I didn't mean nothin by it but when it come to... fu*kIN with you MC's