Cuttin' Headz - Ol' Dirty Bastard

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, 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 flying fuck about a chump

Cause his 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

Ason comin' straight from the dirt

Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt

Nuthin' new in ninety-two, it’s time to go to work

Trills, watch them 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