[Mashup of:
Brooklyn Zoo by Ol' Dirty ba*tard
From Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version
And
Blueprint by Fugazi
From Repeater + 3 songs]
[Intro]
Ain't no–none of them n***as can't f** with me
What? n***a you could never f** with me, my n***a
I'll f** you up right now! What?! What?! What?!
Bust your motherf**ing a** boy!
I ain't no motherf**ing joke, you know who you talking to?
Ol' Dirty ba*tard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I f** you up right now
Yeah! What?! What?! What?!
[Verse 1]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
I keep MCs looking out
I drop science like girls be dropping babies
Enough to make a n***a go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your a** thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh**
Enough to make you break and shake your a**
As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
n***as catching headaches
What? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even k** with Midol
f** around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f** it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherf**ing profile
Give me my f**ing sh**: CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no-one knows
You forget: n***as be quiet as d**h
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole f**ing lot
Your a** don't wanna get shot
A lot of MCs came to my showdown
And watched me put your f**ing a** low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a n***a, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f**ing gun trigger
I said "Get the f** outta here!"
[Chorus by Guy Picciotto]
I'm not playing
I'm not playing
I'm not playing with you, yeah!
[Verse 2]
n***a wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing - yo f** that n***a'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 riz-ock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! 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
n***a get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh**
So I take yo a** out quick
The mics, I've had it my n***a, you can s** my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf**ing rep
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to d**h
[Chorus by Guy Picciotto]
I'm not playing
I'm not playing
I'm not playing with you, yeah!
[Hook]
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**ing hardrock
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Brooklyn Zoo!