99.9 Percent

You wanna front WHAT? Jump up and get bucked The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore Hotter than a meteor, scorching ego's Fake ho, gangsters and super heroes Cops pull me over like you under arrest Some niggas I know act like bitches without breast Dick riders, I hope you got your latex Cuz flesh gets burnt up during the pro sex The arrest echoes through your project Met Billie Jean, had safe sex Some MC's get caught up in the vortex Mixing crack with sex, so they sold for fat checks Listen to the words I manifest, The moment of truth have cats stressed Everytime you in the east, they snatch the chain off your chest Actin like you want some, but wan't none Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots Never bust none Repeat 4X 99.9 percent of these niggas ain't shit And most of these niggas suck dick Why should I waste my time? Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry 99.9 PerCent of these niggas suck dick in the industry Swords in my back, all for the benjies I'm screamin off key, another body? No I'm back in 3D Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate Dick riders suply the gas, watch niggas head inflate Wantin respect, bust suspect hit the deck This ain't just talk, Brooklyn East New York is on the set Friendship vs. B.I. I keep my thoughts, Laser sharp jagged edges bust your third eye Vessel of the most high, bullshit, they demand you supply But don't get caught the same nigga'll testify Switch like a bitch, you not from East New York Youse a motherfuckin snitch Why should I waste my time? Hip-Hop, Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly Freak show, flows and hoes back at the telly Not your average nigga, gets more nasty 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 like alcohol destroy ya liver Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot I'm the original, in cause your forgot, when it comes to war I get raw, add another mic to the one's I rip Shootin the gift, when the East is in the house You should come equipped Why should I waste my time? Word up, peace I'm out The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel