[Intro: Method Man]

You could just come over top of that shit

Did I hear it?

Nigga and bang your head, punk!

Ha, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't

It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop

[Verse 1: Method Man]

It all starts with the pad and pen

Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?

Once again on the run be the Black Stallion

Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm

Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun

I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh

Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it

Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it

Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone

I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone

Danger zone, that's my life and my song

Keep it movin', hop along little doggies

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Uh, fuck that!

Drive The Mack Cadillac

Dark shade the window all sunny and black

Pitch antenna back of the car

Inside is a TV, even a bar

Bulletproof down, safe and sound

Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around

Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside

Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise

Ha-ha-ha

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

36th Chamber

36th Chamber, ay, nah-nah