[Featuring Ol Dirty [bad word] 
[Tash] What's yo' name?
What's yo' naaaaaame?
[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty [bad word] .. and I'ma Alkaholik
[Tash] Yeah me too [bad word] [ODB] *singin some crazy [bad word] 
[Tash]
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
than [bad word] 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 everytime 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 [bad word] ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
[Ol Dirty [bad word] 
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this [bad word] in the behind with the silver shine
Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This [bad word] poutin, this hoe was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a [bad word] 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 [bad word]  youse a shrimp, a full line of [bad word] my ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin all that [bad word] 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 [bad word] down on your [bad word] asses
Try to chip [bad word] on up, get these nuts [bad word] WHAT!!
[J-Ro]
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Scott puttin stickers on the block
*burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip-hop [bad word]  [bad word] 
You bithces are hoes
Put it in ya like my [bad word] hoe
or in your [bad word] earhole
Whever the [bad word] it goes
(repeat 2X)
[Ol Dirty]
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
[J-Ro]
Its the Packtown original b-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 [bad word] in
[Tash]
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 [bad word] like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
[Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
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 [bad word] ..
[J-Ro]
So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they cal