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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer

Lyrics

You my Daddy whore You my Daddy whore Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else? Who else is gonna This is dedicated to all you bitches Knew this bitch named Traj, she had a hella fine ass Candy-ass, blew my hole in the past Niggarette gave me gonorrhea Pussy dick to the tippy toe like ballerina Boy you shoulda seen her She had a babyface creamer Purinas Called up talkin Tina I put my dick in her womb She blew my head like a balloon I had her walkin on the moon Yo, I seen you at the five and dime wastin your time Oh you shine, I'm lookin' at your ass from behind You walked by smellin' like watermelon You might make me a felon, my eyeballs swellin' My nuts start yellin', excuse my prick Wanna have a talk with you, I'm sick My medicine is can I walk with you, fantasy After that we can cheat, laid on the bed Handcuffed with hard meat, long stroke smackin' Smack it then broke, nothin' can't stop my Continous poke, compound Porno flick music, Daddy came with it when I wrote it Dirt Dog be bouncin on bitches like fog I pollute the air up like smog, bitch I'm up my jacuzzi, peepin' this smoothie My bitch is a floozy, Dirt Dog ain't choosy Pussy move me, pretty black dick up in the booty I like it muddy and swampy By now you find your ass up shitty creeky Don't got no fuckin' room me and my momma in my teepee Blackberry squeeze, bitch who a tease Titties small, I got used to the squeeze Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch Old hen please can't get a bank of these Welfare cheese, now to blow fifty G's Overseas, I'm doin the breeze, in my 850 Suicidal, she been in more hotels than Bibles Idle worshippin' bitch wasn't the type to make bridle Sprung, on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue From the top of his dick, to the bottom of his ass split I told the God to jet quick this wicked bitch was a harlot But had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web She wasn't choosy fucked for a movie and a loose leaf Cigarette, pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons Big ass in tight denim Had the most faithful niggaz sinnin' against their women And enjoyed, to watch relationships get destroyed This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void And shameless, her attitude was blameless Even though she had a hundred dicks on her namelist Her obsession, caused niggaz to get, the ass cheek injection The bitched lied, said she had urinary tract infection I tried to warn 'em and bomb 'em but she conned 'em Wanted niggaz to fuck her raw dog without no condom Ooh, ahahh, ohh You people are all trying to acheive the impossible That's exactly what we've done But you'll fail, and you'll all die If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually we shall succeed
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Darryl Robert Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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