Dirty Dancin’ lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
You know goddamn well I don't smoke this sh*t, Meth
Yeah
I said, yeah
Know damn well I don't smoke this sh*t
Know damn well
I remember when we used to go down to the creek
'Member when we used to go down to the creek and used to dip your head in the water?
Come on, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, come on
Superlogical this, superlogical that
Everybody thought you had it in you, in your pants
I detect a n*gga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
You used to dip out the water, the water used to glisten all over your body
Then with mathematics, not democratic
Static, topic, Asiatic
What? I said the water used to glisten all over your body
Alright, bring it on back


[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect your dialect by the way you rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Doing mathematics and I'm not democratic
No static, topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm unique, never—
[Verse 2: Method Man & Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Crazy, lurking in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the bast*rd
MZA, MZA my name is the Ol' Dirty Bas'
My game, to kick your ass
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm sh*ttin'
On the industry that was frontin now they missin'
What everybody else is gettin'
'Cause they wasn't representin' the real
Appeal, like me and, old time
When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine?
Be the original G
Do the rhymin' on time and in the place to be

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Method Man]
You are now in my trance
You are getting sleepy
You are now getting sleepy
And sleepier
And sleepy
And sleepy

[Verse 3: Method Man]
This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the 36 Chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cypher troop
With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hitting with that wack sh*t you kickin'
Straight from the beginning, of the game
All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger
[Outro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the Ason
Extra, extra, read the drama and then another one
Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the—
Oh
Here I go, uh
Yeah