[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ready to party, party along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Luh-luh-luh-lady, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again, I like it
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 like come on through
"Soo", that's the call for the Wu
I came here to rectify
BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify
Why, n***as wanna get up and rap and rap and rap
Man, fuck that
Shit, that I make it's the skit
I wanna see 'em up 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
Gimme that
[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 jump up and get fucked up
Last n***a got up and got shot up
But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya
Fuck with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang ya
You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true n***as like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true n***a shall come through
No one is available to be compatible

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon]
Yo, this chamber number 9, verse 32
Is what we call The Stomp
The stomp is down
Get down for your crown
Brooklyn, keep up
Down for his crown
Do the stomp
Go, go, go

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, 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
About any n***a or niggerette
Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground
Rhymin gets me paid mad bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by the name "Big A", from the shelter