to poison the cop Cut-o-pathic And I'll fuck you up in a straight jacket 'cause they finally got me Broke my legs and shot me But I'm still laughing '
me nervous Who says that you deserve this and what kind of God would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease Well if you gots the poison I gots
y'all Die bitch Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen Dirty Dozen Bugz Proof Bizarre Don't fuck with Dirty Dozen Da Brigade bitch DJ Head Don't fuck with Dirty
water prisoner Fill the skies with screams and cries, bathe in fiery answers Jesus was an only son and love his only concept Strangers talk in foreign tongues and dirty
watching the boss man Talking to his sister with the dirty hands They sit, cussing at the rules Wishing they could lose me as fast as they can He's got me
This one here, the return This for my dirty disco dancin', low-down No good muthafuckas The braided-up pimp is back The return of the shit-talker The
me your mack and gimme your cash That precious thing you call a life ill put an end to fast Get in your ass if you want have to leave me eagle mack You
for here I've found my home I've been hiding like an ostrich, my head underground And all my dirty feathers all across town Lucky vampire has no mirrors me
cats can't stress the g Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me Gone, niggas is moist like duncan heinz Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison
would Pardon me, I think you should Turn 1-80 and go back three paces, let me bless the track I react to y'all tricks like skin to poison ivy Itching
run and tell me we're through Your k-k-kiss has split me in two I never wanted to love you I never wanted to leave you You kiss and run and tell me we
on the surface It kind of makes me nervous To say that you deserve this And what kind of God would serve this We will cure this dirty old disease Well
than Dirk Diggler I'm back like the night, swoopin down on The Riddler Fake thugs talk tough, but he's off the trigger So shook ya shiver, poison verbs
the city and got big And that's the poison that runs through their veins and attack their soul and just start to tear em up Niggas talk so muh shit about me
the shadows lay their seed These two-faced snakes Crawling before you Serpents, vermin, waitinfg to jump you Weaving webs of poisonous chatter Sweet-talk
car riding my tricycle A hit and run son Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches Making me vicious Peeping cretons with mephisto in their eyes made me
really give a damn Cause I sing for a party rock band In '86, fans ripped out my hair Now it's '96, there ain't none there The girls used to talk dirty to me