[Intro]
One, two, one, two, you taping this?
All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride
Word to mother, turn up the microphone
Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (One, two, one, two)
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Now n***as know
Shit, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy
They grew up cursin'
So please respect my style, please

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, shit, nah
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on)
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you
How do you intend this
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous?
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless
I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid, the n***a started speakin' Spanish
Yo, you wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said, "Suntanima"
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Hahaha, scared your ass
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my n***a, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie
With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killer]
Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this shit out, yo, yo
Ninety-five n***as is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention
The n***a that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream
Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my n***a (Yeah)

[Interlude: Samples]
Back but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang?
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?)
I'm the one man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this shit
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie)
I admire true n***as like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a—
[Outro]
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West coast
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell news
Then you got the ol' rhythm, bastard blues
And you don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker

[Spoken]
Listen up
Represent
How do we do?
Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' hangout, yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullshit
It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house
Fuck is going on? N***as from Brooklyn know what the fuck is... like that
N***as don't yell like that
Motherfuckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house
Shit, and uptown in the motherfucking house
Yo, fuck that shit
Shit is live...
But yo, I, what I can't understand, man
A n***a's gotta get drunk...
Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo n***as here tonight, know what I'm sayin'?
And these n***as ain't no motherfuckin' joke...
What the fuck do you think...
Give me some love, n***a
Yo, check it out, yo
I will get busy for y'all n***as and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'?
But a n***a is sober as a priest and a n***a gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this bat shit
Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here
He gon' have shit goin' for y'all...
N***as gotta go, keep it real
N***as gon' get drunk, n***as gotta go
Why the fuck you like it when you fuck a n***a up sometimes and shit when you, when you drunk
All you can see is fucking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see
And you move the fuck over there
Yo, yo
Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man
But yo, I been around here for fifteen fucking years, man, know what I'm sayin'?
N***as come into this rap game and shit
And motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke
Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is
See, rap to me
Is like my bitch, right, my bitch
She fuck another n***a
And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the bitch
And I wanna kill the n***a
See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone