Dirty Run - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Hold on tight and don’t let go

Baby, I’m about to explode…

It’s Dirty Run, when you see me coming high

Nine times out of ten, don’t wonder how

It’s Dirty Run, it’s Dirty Run, no more vacancies

I’m a minute from feeling no sympathy

When you see me coming high

It’s nine times out of ten, you will wonder how

It’s Dirty Run, it’s Dirty Run -- «Run» --

I’m a minute from feeling no sympathy

Bitches be actin' like they so damn fine

That’s why I fuck 'em at the drop of a dime

Needle dick niggas, go fuck a needle

Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle

Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes

Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose

Man of my codes, it’s old man, dig it?

Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it

Damn, your takers, that’s the type to flight

To get any more suck, how niggas dick through a flint

Big pimp, watch the fur drag

A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous

Bring it like a bus full of travelers

Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us

Swear to God, we’re the trouble, you imagine us

Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us

When, turn it down a little

Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little

Diamond, baby, name the time and place

When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face

And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me

Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode.

Take that bitch for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, bitch

Fuck bitin', when there’s so much pussy

If you ain’t into ass, then pimp 'em for the cash

Come quick, turn the camera on

So whose that rippin' off your mama’s thong?

Dirty, creep out your back door, nigga

With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper