You wanna front WHAT Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rotten's $#&@in %#@! up
Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut

All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's
Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes

Cops pull me over like you under arrest
Some ^!$$%s I know act like (*##$es without breast
Dick riders, I hope you got your latex

Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex
The arrest echoes through your project
Met Billie Jean, had safe sex

Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed

Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest
Actin like you want some, but wan't none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but !@$)gots

never bust none

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99.9 Pa Cent of these ^!$$%s ain't %#@!
And most of these ^!$$%s suck dick


Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry

99.9 Pa Cent of these ^!$$%s suck dick in the industry
Swords in my back, all for the benjies
I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D

Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
Dick riders suply the gas, watch ^!$$%s head inflate
Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck

This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set
Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts,
Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye

Vessel of the most high, bull%#@!, they demand you supply
but don't get caught the same ^!$$%'ll testify
Switch like a (*##$, you not from East New York

Youse a mother$#&@in snitch

Chorus



Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly

Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly
Not your average ^!$$%, gets more nasty than Dirk Diggler
I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler

Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger
So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
Make ya volcanic hot, ^!$$%s got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot

Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war
I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip

Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house
You should come equipped


Chorus

Word up, peace I'm out

The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel