Jeru The Damaja

You wanna front, what? Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rott is fuckin' shit up
Empty a clip of lyrics in your chest and gut
All punks play the floor, it's raw and hardcore
Hotter than a meteor, scorchin' egos
Fake hoes, gangsters and superheroes
Cops pull me over like "You under arrest"
Some niggas I know act like bitches without breasts
Dick-riders, I hope you got your latex
'Cause flesh gets burned up during the process
D-R-S echoes through your projects
Met Billy G, had safe sex
Some MC's get caught up in the vortex
Mixin' crack with cess, sold they soul for fat checks
Listen to the words I manifest
The moment of truth have cats stressed
Every time you in the East, they snatch the chain off your chest
Actin' like you want some but want none
Quick to make your finger like a gun, but faggots never bust none

Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick

Amateuristic martial arts is the number one cause of injury
Biters try to emulate my alchemy, get poisoned by the chemistry
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas suck dick
In the industry, swords in my back, all for the Benjis
I'm screamin' off-key, another body, know I'm back in 3-D
Plus I can take the weight, I make the Earth rotate
Dick-riders supply the gas, watch niggas' heads inflate
Wantin' respect, but suspect, hit the deck
This ain't just talk, Brooklyn, East New York's on the set
Friendship versus 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're not from East New York, you's a motherfuckin' snitch

Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick

Hip-hop Jim Kelly, leave the mic dead and smelly
Freak shows, 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 ease off the trigger
So shook you shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy your liver
Make it volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smok-A-Lot
Cannibals bitin' my dick, I need a tetanus shot
I'm the original, in case you forgot
When it comes to war, I get raw
Add another mic to the ones I rip, shootin' the gift
When the East is in the house, you should come equipped

Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick
Ninety-nine point nine percent of these niggas ain't shit
And most of these niggas suck dick

Word up, peace, I'm out
The original Dirty Rotten Scoundrel