[ODB]
Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay

[Meth]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
Nasty vandals too hot to [bad word] handle
Bring [bad word] to all you knotty head [bad word] [bad word] s like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us

[RZA]
Straight up and down Wu-Tang [bad word] tougher than [bad word] s leather
Make a better tomorrow
Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
The [bad word]  transmit [bad word] The higher [bad word]  we burn your wire
Wu-Tang be number one...

[Meth & RZA]
Four years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Meth and it went this way

Yo, we took a test to [bad word] an MC
All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
God threw me inside his Cadillac
The chaffuer drove off and we never came back

Meth cut the record down to the bone
And now I rock solid chrome microphones
Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...

That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack

I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
Fly like a dove, [bad word] from up above
My [bad word] s Iron Lung but you can stay one love

It's just a one two three a three a two one
Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
Blow them right in your face with the bass
You messed [bad word] in first place, the real rap taste
 [bad word]  first serve basis
Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
One of a kind for you people's delight
And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your [bad word] in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
It's the one two three three two one
Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
Smoke in your place with the highs and the [bad word] in first place in the real rap race
Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
You sucker MC, a sad face clown
Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
You drive a big car get your gas from Getti

[ODB]
I'm ODB in the place to be
Didn't go to St. John's University
In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
She love filthy swine and my collard greens
I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly

If you wanna see me [bad word]  you know Dirty Dog is number one
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I wrote this song about the (?)
You gotta know where to start when the beats play
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