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    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

    'cause 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

    Chorus: repeat 4X

    99.9 Pa Cent of these niggas ain't shit

    And most of these niggas suck dick

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    Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
    Biters try to imuliate my outcomy, you poisoned by the chemistry
    99.9 Pa Cent 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

    Chorus

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    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

    Cannibals bitin my dick, I need a tetnus shot
    Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot

    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

    Chorus

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    Word up, peace I'm out

    The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel

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