Hip Hop Drunkies

What's yo' name?

What's yo' naaaaaame?

My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma alkaholik

Yeah me too nigga

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 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

Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

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!!

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

I drink more Brewsters than Punky

It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies

You bithces are hoes

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe

Or in your butthole/earhole

Whever the fuck it goes

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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 Packtown original be-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

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)

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

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

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

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!

It's the Likwid crew

Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu

Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew

So what y'all new, niggaz think you want to do?

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