Ol' Dirty Bastard — Cuttin Headz

[Verse 1: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & 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 'em know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck! Aw, yep, *ch-ch plow* from the TEC 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 goin' to the mo- T-t-tel, ’cause I’m lousy, my 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 flyin' FUCK about a chump 'Cause his heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off [Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA] 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 shakin' 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 berserk, mad brothers got hurt Nothin’ new in '92, it’s time to go to work Trills, watch 'em scream once I hop on the scene They 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 received from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks Snatchin’ devils up by the hair, then cut his head off [Outro x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] Here it is, where's it at? In the back, got a st-