Brooklyn Zoo (Stripped Version) [2020 Remaster]

Shit

Word, I'll bust that **** ass right now

Ain't no– none of them **** can't fuck with me

What? ****, you could never fuck with me, my ****

I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?

Bust your motherfucking ass, boy

I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that **** ass, word up)

Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'll fuck you up right now

Yeah, what? What? What?

He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

I'm the one-man army, Ason

I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out

I drop science like Cosby dropping babies

Enough to make a **** go crazy

In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines

Your ass thought you were better than

Ason? I keep planets in orbit

While I be coming with deeper and more shit

Enough to make you break and shake your ass

As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes

This style, I'm mastered in

**** catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?

This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol

Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol

In your face like a can of mace, baby

Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning

How I don't even like your motherfucking profile

Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow

Last seen and heard, no one knows

You forget, **** be quiet as kept

Now you know nothing

Before you knew a whole fucking lot

Your ass don't wanna get shot

A lot of MC's came to my showdown

And watched me put your fucking ass low down

As you can go, below zero

Without a doubt, I never been tooken out

By a **** who couldn't figure

Yo, by a **** who couldn't figure

Yo, by a **** who couldn't figure

How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"

**** wanna get too close to the utmost

But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host

Introducing, yo, fuck that ****'s name

My hip-hop drops on your head like rain

And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore

That's why I give you more of the raw

Talent that I got will rizzock the spot

MCs I'll be burning, burning hot

Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow

If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know

I'm homicidal when you enter the target

****, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit

So I'll take your ass out quick

The mics, I'm had it, my ****, you can suck my dick

If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep

Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death

You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock

"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock

Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack

You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)

I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C

I get happy as I wanna be

****, don't ever fuck with the Ol' Dirty Bastard

I'll fuck a **** up any time, any day, any motherfucking way

Give it to you, ****

Take your fucking ass home where you belong

I'll fuck around, get physical on your shit right motherfucking now

Know what I'm saying?