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
Yo, bret-- Yes? Give it to her! I like to make you scream Be the one to wet your dream --? ? ? / I talk dirty in your... I tell you things that you
up no, stories about my shake-up flow Put me off in a cypher? potna, you can't *fuck* wit the snyper Your flow's premature, clean your dirty diaper Mic
on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I ruffryde and pop a fella
it in me. I can't believe the shit you done to me. You used to want all a?? now you want none of me. Is this your perverted way of makin' fun o' me?"