Cuttin' Headz
(专辑: The Return To The 36 Chambers - 1995)
Here it is Where's it at? In the
back Got a
stack The
Dirty Bastard Yo you Bastard flip the
phat track Here I
go, here I
go, whether friend whether foe Let them know that I
flow over the
rainbow Hit the
deck Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the
Tek, takin heads, takin necks What the
fuck they expect? I
don't know I
don't care I
won't fall I
won't stare at a
ho, less I
know that I'm going to the
mo T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy Stop tryin to foul me Sayin that we're lousy But I'm a
tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant President of the
Wu But I'm also a
client It's the
Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what I
don't give a
flying fuck About a
chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a
kid by the
braids, and cut his head off Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The
Ol Dirty Bastard from the
Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the
brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain So take a
sip from the
cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the
left (Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin straight from the
dirt Once I
go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt Nuthin new in ninety-two It's time to do the
work Trails of vatos scream once I
hop on the
scene And fear the
return of the
fatal flying guillotine Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby Punch a
brother in the
face who call me Robbie I
be the
RZA, call me that cuz-I Never liked the
name I
recieved from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks Snatchin devils up by the
hair, then cut his head off