[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This recording is Dirty and it's Stinking
Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinking, about
Dropping this single on the charts, letting ya know
Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax
Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks
Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds
Lyrics that be flowing from miles around
So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut
Now I make ya fall to ya butt

[Master Fool]
Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool
Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju
Fall on ya butt, ya ass goin' hurt
They call us wingworm'cause we mastered this dirt
I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough
I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's
Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues
Tony Snatcher played the fool
And man meater eater played the bone
I come in the club with no ID
They gon' have to close the club up messing with me
Up, Dirty and Stinking stuff
It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinking nuts
Last Call now drink it up
Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinking stuff

[Chorus: x2 Master Fool]
Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar
Get ya back up off the wall
People, oh, oh, people oh oh

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, let me continue, verse number two
Style is wild, dirty and stinking like doo-doo
If ya hanging around, ya changed ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself, 'Self
Yo, are you rated top the shelf?'
I drop the single for you to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
Getting paid? Yeah right, Willy
Why asking me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee
Taste like a forty, Stinking like Old-E

[Master Fool]
Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks?
No open bar! Where the fuck is the drinks?
That bitch over there with her man tucking his link
All strip club bitches straight clutching his mink
Niggas official, big guns, waving the pistol
My dogs lookin for the brew now we biting the gristle
(Stop fucking with them guns son you playing too much)
Catch a charge drinking bro', I ain't playing too rough
Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts
Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not
Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, popping like a glock
Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot

[Chorus x4]

[ Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Heard Master singing that shit?
Stinking blue Palmaid

Writer : WEST, KANYE/PERRETTA, MICHAEL/WILLIAMS, TONY/LEWIS, KEN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.