[Intro: Method Man]
You could just come over top of that shit
Did I hear it?
N***a and bang your head, punk!
Ha, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop

[Verse 1: Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen
Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
Once again on the run be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm
Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh
Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone
Danger zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it movin', hop along little doggies

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh, fuck that!
Drive The Mack Cadillac
Dark shade the window all sunny and black
Pitch antenna back of the car
Inside is a TV, even a bar
Bulletproof down, safe and sound
Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
Ha-ha-ha
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
36th Chamber
36th Chamber, ay, nah-nah