Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard f/ 60 Second Assassin
Album:  n/a
Song:   Dirty & Stinkin' (Premix)
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, this that old Wu-Tang type slang, knowI'msayin?
I wanna just represent the whole Clan, knowI'msayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, knowI'msayin? Ghostface Killah,
Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Clock,
Dirty hoe, 60 Second Assassinater, knowI'msayin?
Style is coming raw

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This recordin is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about
droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know
hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
with Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax
Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks
Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds
Lyrics that be flowin from miles around
So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut
Now I make ya fall to ya butt

[60 Second Assassin]
Kaboom, can I get a boost? Praises due, mad chambers comin at ya
A 60 Second Assassiner, steppin to ya staminer
A hardcore Franklin Aven-or, tearin up the vibe for set
Wit Da Mystery of Chess-boxin at your motherfuckin text
Check ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin pits
So toggle up, don't puddle up, better yet just duck
I'm crawlin the earth, rhymes to hut!
I don't play games, I make pain, the migraines
Stickin to ya ass like pains
Who in the hell did, ever drop shit?
Grabbin the mic, with five fingers of death, then bombed shit
Like Vietnam, ya long gone, along with desert storm
But have ya not heard, word is bond?

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
60 Second Assassinator, comin at a theatre near you
It's dirty and it's stinkin
Yeah, it's dirty and it's stinkin
Yo, it's dirty and it's stinkin
Yes, it's dirty and it's stinkin
(I wanna tell ya somthin)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, let me continue, verse number two
Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo
If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself, "Self
yo, are you rated top the shelf?"
I drop the single for you to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy
Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee
Taste like a forty, stinkin like Old-E
But I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English
You gotta be dirty and stinkish
and if it's not, well I guess I'm not
the A-S-O-N my friends

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
It's dirty and it's stinkin
It's dirty and it's stinkin
Baby, it's dirty and it's stinkin
Yes, it's dirty and it's stinkin
I said, it's dirty and it's stinkin
It's dirty and it's stinkin

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
1994, all the way over to the next town
Wu-Tang comin through ya town
All in Together Now
Don't nobody bite that style
That came from me and the GZA
Way back in the days
Ask my man BizMarkie