[RZA]. Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo. Yo park the Jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis. Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee. Permanent ink blots I'm drunk on Red Label scotch. All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch. Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared. Plea the amps video tape steady cam. Golden chrome desert eagle never left at home. Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome. High voltage keep my seed and wiz well-cultured. Peal enemies my melon dim the poison blue postage. I open and fold ya Dirty fucked the ogre. I leave the cats the book of food stamps and that poga. The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal. Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu. [Chorus 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]. What party can you go to. And I ain't there you bitches actin like you don't care. [RZA]. You bitches actin like you dont care. You bitches actin like you YO. Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks. Golden platinum things unstainable I chew rocks. Cybertech digital suit deflect bullets. Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded. Land like my cousin dusty dirty ass Dan. Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan. Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of club. Poppin your tree to a shrub. Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub. Passionate portrait my biz spread eagle wild orchid. Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick. Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin. I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah but I'm out to fuck Tyra. Starks might fuck Mya. [Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard over RZA "doodododododo"ing]. I'm the pussy vampire. I don't wanna work no more. I want my own alibi. Chorus. [Ghostface Killah]. Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out. One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out. Like I owe somethin check they stance they frontin. I'm two seconds from twistin y'all shit over nuttin. All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid. In the mix almost hung yourself slit ya wrists. To the maximum hand me the forty I'll thrash 'em. Split out guess who gassed 'em made Ghost throw his mask on. Trauma the block pro bar sledge slang ho. Runnin from two-inch soles some rap and I might blow. World Cup some been blessed wit the Stanley. Yvonne lend you autographed racket wit the hankey. Sideline manuever polished wack MC remover. Niggaz wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises. Cantelopes tied a thousand on y'all folks. Came home this dusthead dude tryin to play me close. Sweepin peep fears Liz wants to chop in this kid. I might do magic make him disappear. Rear-rose that nigga Isotola Coca-Cola holder. Snap the granola sprinkle ginko bola. Venom from a cobra laced in the cummy ball odor. Soaked through a strainer here's a dose of. the King James version displayed just like Samsung. Wit effects that'll kill Rogers 007. Hanna Barbera Park's the opposite of Bambi the deer. Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher. Or maybe the captain internet immaculate golden seal. Nice like Mr. Whittendale your girl Chippendale. Shallah Price all up in ya dogged-out trench. When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back. And where's the key to the hatchback pop that. Get in throw a bag full of mic's in there respect that. [Girl - repeat 2X]. What party can you go to and Wu ain't there. These niggaz actin like they don't care. What party can you go to and Wu ain't there. These hoes actin like they don't care