[Ol Dirty] *singing*
               Dinn-dnn-dnn-ta-dnn
               (come on in)
               Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn DNN DAH
               (come on, come on, come on in)
               Dnn-da-duh-duh-DAH, you BITCH ASS niggaz!
               (come on in, come on, come on, come on in)

               Intro/Chorus: Ol Dirty/Osirus

               As high as Wu-Tang get
               Allah allow us pop this shit
               Just like black shoe fit
               If you can't wear it, well don't fuck with it!

               Verse One: The Genius/GZA

               Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
               Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
               No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
               it was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
               Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
               On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
               Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
               RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
               You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
               You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
               Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
               then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
               This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
               to analytical analogy, insurance policies why
               Said he know that sounds define the note
               Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
               Too many dope niggaz I see starvin
               Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
               Wu slay regardles to whom or what, five mics five nights
               Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
               A fugitive bass playin rap czar
               smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar

               Chorus

               Verse Two: Method Man/Iron Lung

               Tical got a hold on ya, doin exactly
               what the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
               Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin
               the ways these rhymes keep comin, at cha splash ya
               Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
               prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
               Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
               An MC too good to be touched, John John
               bring the phenomenon, on cold Crut
               MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
               as we move on, saga unfold
               Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
               Caught up in a cliffhanger
               Yo I-N-S another code red, danger, break out the vest
               Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
               Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
               Don't ever roam, in the naked city
               Eight Fingers stories none pretty
               Bomb em wit the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin be critical
               Peace to Tank, gettin high on your physical, dis next drink
               is a toast to your memory
               When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me

               Chorus