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Ol' dirty bastard

I won't fuck you, you can't even sing
Yeah, sing you of bitches (Ahh)
Baby I like it raw (East side shit)
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw (East side)
Baby I like it raw (East side)

Ayy, think about the game and what it could be
If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy
Serious what you took me, a quick as how you lookin'
All these rappers cookie cutters
Rockin' crop tops, coochie cutters
Long way from drop tops and coogie sweaters
I'm in between two different eras though
You and you and you and you and you are all identical
Fuck the clone I can't even tell who the original
Mandela effect, I cannot remember you
As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do
So what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room
How you, how you conscious runnin' for Congress
Ain't this the system that put your people in bondage?
Ain't this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people?
Gave us a book and a steeple, got niggas hooked on the needle?
And drug money, casino money
We don't ever see no money
Unless of course you got a degree or somethin'
From the school that the elite funded
Okay, you need a degree to make digits
You work your whole life to pay back tuition
By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension
Now they need tuition

Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigga
Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw (Ooh)
Baby I like it raw (Ooh)
Baby I like it raw

Yeah, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in (In)
A rapper is nothing but candy packagin' (In)
Guess that mean you sweet inside, Laffy Taffy skin (Skin)
Bars too advanced like a graph in calculus (Mm)
Huh, I thought you guys was felons
Y'all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on Ellen
I see no lies I'm tellin', spend your life hoteling
You bought a mansion in the 'burbs to make the white folk jealous, well
The richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation (Huh)
Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed
Still at the end of a very long leash
If we inside a cell, I'm the mitochondria
Niggas steal your style like hypochondria
Reportin' live from the human holocaust
Fuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lost
Yeah, it's the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris, of Osiris)
Look, they know what clothes you like they know the timin'
To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some Nikes
Just a step away from being an animal
A food crisis away from being some cannibals
Best part of my day is the back of my eyelids
Only thing better is waking up next to my bitch

Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild with the trigga
Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga
Who buck wild, wait
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw
Baby I like it raw
Don't make a biopic about me, bands

Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut