Cuttin' Headz Lyrics - The Return To The 36 Chambers - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Here it is 

Where's it at? 

In the back 

Got a stack 

The Dirty Bastard 

Yo you Bastard flip the phat track 

Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe 

Let them know that I flow over the rainbow 

Hit the deck 

Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks 

What the fuck they expect? 

I don't know 

I don't care 

I won't fall 

I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo- 

T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy 

Stop tryin to foul me 

Sayin that we're lousy 

But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant 

President of the Wu 

But I'm also a client 

It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what 

I don't give a flying fuck 

About a chump, cause this heart only pumps cool-Aid 

Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off 

Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem 

The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin 

Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain 

Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain 

So take a sip from the cup of death 

And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left 

(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert! 

Ason comin straight from the dirt 

Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt 

Nuthin new in ninety-two 

It's time to do the work 

Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene 

And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine 

Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant 

Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman 

Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby 

Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie 

I be the RZA, call me that 'cause-I 

Never liked the name I received from my poppa 

Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin for ducks 

Snatchin devils up by the hair, then cut his head off