ODB:
 Yo  this ain't a Wu Tang type slang  know what I'm sayin?
 I wanna just represent the whole Clan
 you know what I'm sayin?
 The GZA  Prince Rakeem  you know what I'm sayin?  Ghostface Killah
 Shallah Raekwon  Inspectah Deck  Baby U  Method Man  12 O'Clock
 Dirty O'  62nd Assassinater  know what I'm sayin?  style is coming
 Boom

 This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular
 Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this single on the charts
 lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
 Dope, but in my last jam, didn't slep on my notes
 You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
 My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
 Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
 With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
 Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
 I get down with the 8 sole sounds
 Lyrics that be flowin' from miless around, so let the music
 Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt

 62nd Assassin:

 Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
 Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
 A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set
 Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text
 Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
 Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggle up
 Don't puddle up, better yet just duck, I'm callin all earth-forms
 Huh!, I don't play games, I make pain, or migraines
 Stick it to ya ass like pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit
 Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
 Like big momma, ya long gone, along with desert storm
 But have ya not heard, Word is bond

 ODB:

 62nd Assassinator, comin' at a theatre near you
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yeah
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
 [I wanna tell ya somthin']

 Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin
 Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind
 It is a bad influence, but yo!, it's my rhyme
 I sit down and I say to myself [self], yo
 are you ready to top ya self?
 I drop the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back
 Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, would it?
 Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
 My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty
 Stinkin' like Old-E'!, but I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English
 You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, well I guess I'm not

 The A-S-O-N my friends
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Baby
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I said
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'
 It's Dirty and it's Stinkin'

 Over and over
 Wu-Tang comin through ya town