[Tash] What's yo' name?
 What's yo' naaaaaame?
 [ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I'ma Alkaholik
 [Tash] Yeah me too nigga
 [ODB] *singin some crazy shit*
 [Tash]
 You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
 I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
 What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
 While I'm leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French
 But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath
 Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
 Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
 my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
 than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
 So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
 I filter out the weak everytime I speak
 I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
 I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
 Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
 BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West
 Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
 [Ol Dirty Bastard]
 Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
 I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
 Cause she thought she was fine
 She winked at me, I thought it was fine
 This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine
 I had the alcohol in me, took my time
 Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table
 Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
 What? You the king in the chair on my ground
 The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
 Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
 my ear can't digest it
 Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let's take it to the land
 So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
 Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk
 When I start to come down on your fuckin asses
 Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
 Motherfucker WHAT!!
 [J-Ro]
 The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone
 My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
 I divide square MC's like math
 Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
 I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
 When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
 (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
 The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
 Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
 My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
 No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
 We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
 I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
 Peace to my nigga Scott puttin stickers on the block
 *burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
 It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies
 *chorus*
 You bithces are hoes
 Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe
 or in your butthole/earhole
 Whever the fuck it goes
 (repeat 2X)
 [Ol Dirty]
 Yeah, yo, yo, yo
 No disrespect to any architect
 Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
 I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
 Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
 [J-Ro]
 Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin
 What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
 I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
 You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your dick in
 [Tash]
 Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
 Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
 Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
 So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
 [Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
 Hey sugar plum, how can you assume
 That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
 I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
 One on one at your rap seminar
 Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
 At you fuckers...
 [J-Ro]
 So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
 And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
 I don't rap fast, I love green grass
 Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
 [Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
 Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
 Extra extra bring the da-llama
 Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
 God acre, massacre murdered
 Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
 You're just rhyme to survive streets
 True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
 Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
 true God but my dick is my lightning rob
 Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...
 [Tash]
 See this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home
 I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
 With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin
 Niggaz lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
 (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
 I came to bring it to ya humb-le
 Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
 Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin man!
 *outro*
 It's the Likwid crew
 Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
 Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew
 So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?
 (repeat 2X