Ol` Dirty Bastard - Proteck Ya Neck

See let a nigga come through with that bullshitAnytime you pop that shit niggaI'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussyI know, it'll come to what? Say what?Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know(See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from ManhattanYou from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?Where you reside motherfucker?How you live? How you see?Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackoutThree-fifty-seven to your mouthDunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting thisIt's that G type slang that makes this real sickeningIgnite my styles I got my hand upon the triggerStarts from the smallest and hits the bigger niggaYo, straight actin' live about them hell firesA known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terrorThe hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate waterHomicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the missionTravel like the speed of wind, through the valley of sinI step to ville and murdered many manServing justice in my vicinityThis is, Brooklyn, ZuI get down I get down I crack your fuckin crownLay around and watch some real niggaz break groundI can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spotHit rocks and niggaz knowYo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpionNervous, that's why the zoo brought me inNow bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courtsBefore the case begin, first break me in his brainAnd make sure he can't maintain the calmnessYa harmless, watch how I bomb thisStage like mail, pre hands that be the moveNow your Posse is your fuckin' PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the airI'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairsThen I get furious, imperious, the lyricistWith the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mindFuck, shit up on the hurry upKnown for burying ducks through more styles than a muckWarning you chump, brain is out for lunchGiven the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald TrumpNever fall victim to no bitchJerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimpAnd score more points than Shawn KempKeepin' powerfully strong like the center on the KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hutOl' Dirty Bastard live and uncutShame on a nigga who tried to run game on aGot more props than the PresidentMy hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrappedThe shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for ChristmasAnd tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent itSoon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspiredYou shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a microphoneBut if you wanna run on up, like you toughI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcoreStuff, I shine like twenty-four caratRoll and stroll with the party sceneNigga wanna know me as Mr. CleanWza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script andTest my skill niggaz, you're trippin'Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy GriffithStart to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'While you sleep I be the God on pointWith Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a showStrip and rip a hoe, way like BoJackson while I'm still taxin', maxin'Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracksAnd again and again when I rock the jamWanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your handIntroducin', one-man band in townIt's wild, with the style couldn't stand niggaWhen the jump, stepped, to the centerOf the rhyme inventor, MC's come at theYou get dap slapped, across the MC mapYour ass that's your ass, on a whore shotCome on through I black and blue your whole crewThen I get Rudy with the Hong Kong FooOl' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challengerThat I lay down like towel, then I get higherHere comes the ill, type rufferStyle be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the penWho who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anusChambers this name is for the deepest trainersKeep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmillDeadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill60 Second, nucleus, attack on your setHit you with the blast(Yo, close the door)

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Written By JONES, RUSSELL / DIGGS, ROBERT F.
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