The Stomp

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Sing the song, sing along with me Sing the song, sing the song with me [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low So I go low, [slurp], taste the shit [Slurp], taste it again, I like it [Rrr] I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty When I go DUN DUN DUN DUH, girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop Baby baby, I can't stop Wu, gots ta like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife [Laughter] Gimme dat [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No-one is available to be compatible This is chamber number 9, verse 32 Is what we call The Stomp [Stomp] The stomp is down [Stomp] Get down for your crown [Stomp] Stomp [Stomp] [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch [Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette Straight up and down, I don't play around Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name Big A, from the shelter