feat. RZA
  
  Here it is
  Where's it at?
  In the back
  Got a stack
  The Dirty Bastard
  Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
  Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
  Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
  Hit the deck
  Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks
  What the fuck they expect?
  I don't know
  I don't care
  I won't fall
  I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo-
  T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy
  Stop tryin to foul me
  Sayin that we're lousy
  But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant
  President of the Wu
  But I'm also a client
  It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
  I don't give a flying fuck
  About a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid
  Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off
  
  Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
  The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
  Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
  Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain
  So take a sip from the cup of death
  And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
  (Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert!
  Ason comin straight from the dirt
  Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
  Nuthin new in ninety-two
  It's time to do the work
  Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
  And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
  Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant
  Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
  Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby
  Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
  I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I
  Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa
  Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks
  Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off