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Ol' Dirty Bastard

Russell Tyrone Jones (November 15, 1968 – November 13, 2004) was an American rapper and occasional producer, who went by the stage name Ol' Dirty Bastard, ODB, Ason Unique, Osirus, Rainman, and Big Baby Jesus. He was one of the founding members of the Wu-Tang Clan, a rap group primarily from Staten Island, New York that first rose to mainstream prominence with their 1993 debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers). more »

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Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no, none of them niggas can't f*ck with me
What? Nigga, you could never f*ck with me, my nigga
I'll f*ck you up right now, what? What? What? (F*ck you niggas)
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke
You know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll f*ck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What? (Serve that nigga, yo)
He ain't sayin' nothin', f*ck him 

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhymes good as a Tastycake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain you couldn't even kill with Midol
F*ck around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f*ck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, ch-ch-blaow
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot (shot)
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo, by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger
I said, "Get the f*ck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close, do the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing, yo, f*ck that nigga's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be burning, burning hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig trying to hog shit
So I take yo' ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick (dick)
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Ch-ch-bloaw-blaow-blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock, knock, knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (back)
I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C
I get happy as I wanna be

Nigga, whoever f*ck with the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I f*ck you up nigga, anytime, any day, any motherfuckin' way
Give it to you, nigga
Take your fuckin' ass home where you belong
I'll f*ck around and get busy on your shit, right your motherfuckin' now
You know what I'm sayin'?

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