[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 !@$)gots try to judge my %#@! 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 $#&@ed 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 x4: Ol' Dirty !@&!]

What party can you go to
And I ain't there you (*##$es actin like you don't care


[RZA]
You (*##$es actin like you dont care
You (*##$es 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 $$# Dan
$#&@ed 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
#~!!@ so wet you could $#&@ it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin

I don't know if Dirt $#&@ed Mariah, but I'm out to $#&@ Tyra
Starks might $#&@ Mya


[Break: Ol' Dirty !@&! over RZA "doodododododo"ing]
I'm the #~!!@ 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 %#@! 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

^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%, Isotola Coca-Cola holder

Snap the granola, sprinkle ginko bola
Venom from a cobra, laced in the###my 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

$#&@ 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, %#@! was broke shoulda sent ya $$# 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 x2]
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These ^!$$%z 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