Hip Hop Drunkies - Ol' Dirty Bastard/Masta Killa/Raekwon What's yo name What's yo name My name is Ol Dirty Bastard and Ima Alkaholik Yeah me too ni**a (Unverified) You're now rockin' with that likes So start reachin' for the ozone I see some girls I know But yall 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 sh*t in French But its 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 West side When I test glide My drunken lyrical hand glider nobodys tighter Than a ruff rap provider with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words sound familiar (Tash will kill ya) I filter out the weak every time 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 Motherf**k ya boozy show I got my own special guest Yo yo breaker breaker breaker one nine I bust this b**ch in the behind with the silver shine Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me I thought it was fine This ni**a poutin' this hoe was mine I had the alcohol in me took my time Let a ni**a 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 its twenty seconds to a round Scavenger ni**a yous a shrimp a full line of sh*t My ear can't digest it Stop drinkin' all that motherf**kin' water Lets 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 f**kin' asses Try to chip sh*t on up get these nuts Motherf**ker what The ro pimped the flow like a hoe So I should rap on the mack rap hone My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone I divide square MCs like math Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft I stop him then I skied out with all wampum When hes layin' on the ground I let my dog scrilla chop him I feels its all about skills The outcomes unbelievable like Tyson Holy field Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners My style is wild like gs or the pistol's 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 ni**a Scott puttin' stickers on the block I drink more Brewster's than punky Its the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies You b**ches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe Or in your butt hole ear hole Where ever the f**k it goes You b**ches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe Or in your butt hole ear hole Where ever the f**k it goes 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 Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin' What's happenin' so d**e 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 Step outta place Tash will smack your taste out your face Cause theres nowhere to hide Unless you move to outer space Cause I waste motherf**kers like toxic fumes So you betta when you hear the (Make room boom boom) 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 threes the hard way At you f**kers So aiyyo my name is J-Ro And my style is so d**e they call it ya yo I don't rap fast I love green grass Nuttin' nice on the mic call me a mean a** Extra Da-Llama bring ha ha ha 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 404

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