[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (singin)]

Reunited cuz it feels so good 

Reunited cuz we're understood

There's one perfect thing

and children this one is it

We both we're so excited cuz

we're reunited, hey! hey!



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor

Casual dresser, you may dress fresher

The way that I speak this shit is energetic

My physique of meat is quick atheletic

Remove all MC's who disapprove

that my funky fresh particle always have the groove

You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor

You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor

Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite

All negative on the mic, I dislike

Try to rock the mic but only will reduce

Try to get loose, you juice as a youth

Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen

I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen

to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite

Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right

Try to be talkative, there's no alternative

Hide until I forgive, this motive

I am unique with the perfected physique

The objective of my rhyme is my own technique

I maintain the paradise on this Earth

with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth

Watch a nigga catch a purse

Super-hero niggaz die

Do my dirt, get away and multiply

You bitches, ya nice guys

Always want bitch, because ya need mine

I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show

Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!

You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me

with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!

Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground

The best kept secret, how does it feel to be

boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?

When I was young, I was taught how to produce

the science of babies gettin loose

I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce

Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce

I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie

Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie

Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt

We ain't sayin nuthin

I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert

Love potion, plenty bones I put up

What!? What!? What!? What!?

You know what time it is,

mothefuckers!



[Chorus]



[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan

We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?

I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down

Master P, you holdin it down

KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down

Give Snoop my love, E-40

MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond

This is family, I don't give a fuck!

Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!

Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down!

knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!

KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz!

Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!

Bitch, I got to go!

(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)