[Tash] What's yo' name?. What's yo' naaaaaame?. [ODB] *burp* My name is Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'ma Alkaholik. [Tash] Yeah me too nigga. [ODB] *singin some crazy shit*. [Tash]. You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone. I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on. What's up though Tash came to steal it like the Grinch. While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French. But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath. Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth. Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide. my drunken lyrical hanglider nobody's tighter. than a ruff rap provider with ninety ways to peel ya. So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar. I filter out the weak everytime I speak. I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep). I'm def-da-fyin you rappin like my client. Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant. BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West. Motherfuck ya boozy show I got my own special guest. [Ol Dirty Bastard]. Yo yo breaker breaker breaker one-nine. I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine. Cause she thought she was fine. She winked at me I thought it was fine. This nigga poutin this hoe was mine. I had the alcohol in me took my time. Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table. Put in the diamond needle pull it to your ego. What? You the king in the chair on my ground. The Tyson of sound it's twenty seconds to a round. Scavenger nigga youse a shrimp a full line of shit. my ear can't digest it. Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water let's take it to the land. So I can Godzilla up your sheeit Mr. Tiny Tim man. Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk. When I start to come down on your fuckin asses. Try to chip shit on up get these nuts. Motherfucker WHAT!!. [J-Ro]. The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe so I should rap on the mack-raphone. My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone. I divide square MC's like math. Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft. I stop him then I skied out with all wampum. When he's layin on the ground I let my Dog Scrilla chop him. (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills. The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield. Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners. My style is wild like G's or the pistolas. No need to ask I put you on like a ski mask. We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class. I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock. Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block. *burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky. It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies. *chorus*. You bithces are hoes. Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe. or in your butthole/earhole. Whever the fuck it goes. (repeat 2X). [Ol Dirty]. Yeah yo yo yo. No disrespect to any architect. Who tried to perfect oh what the heck. I'm a MC director rhyme inspector. Rated top ten Brooklyn borough sector. [J-Ro]. Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin. What's happenin so dope got the pope clappin. I'm smackin on some chicken what you kickin. You trickin while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in. [Tash]. Step outta place Tash'll smack your taste out your face. Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space. Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes. So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom). [Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]. Hey sugar plum how can you assume. That the pitch of the volume doesn't have no tune. I'm not your everyday regular rap star peddler. One on one at your rap seminar. Beware of the Hard Way Three's the Hard Way. At you fuckers.... [J-Ro]. So aiyyo my name is J-Ro. And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo. I don't rap fast I love green grass. Nuttin nice on the mic call me a mean ass. [Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]. Extra da-llama bring hahaha. Extra extra bring the da-llama. Verse a better one then slice-a-versa. God acre massacre murdered. Also known as a rap wrecka not a rhyme rebel. You're just rhyme to survive streets. True beaters minerals and rhymes survive lyrics. Like the acre without the attic but not the only Asiatic. true God but my dick is my lightning rob. Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo.... [Tash]. See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home. I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne. With the megadrunken style to keep the crowd pumpin. Niggaz lookin at me like 'Tash is up to somethin'. (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip. I came to bring it to ya humb-le. Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans. Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!. *outro*. It's the Likwid crew. Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu. Crashing your party jettin out with all the brew. So what y'all new niggaz think you wanna do?. (repeat 2X)