Correction Lyrics Brooklyn Zoo (Stripped Version) by Ol’ Dirty Bastard

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sh*t. Word. I bust that n***a ass right now
Ain’t no–none of them n***as can’t f**k with me
What? n***a you could never f**k with me, my n***a
I’ll f**k you up right now! What?! What?! What?!
Bust your motherf**king ass boy!
I ain't no motherf**king joke, you know who you talking to?
(Word up, bust that n***a ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, you know what I’m sayin'?
I f**k you up right now
Yeah! What?! What?! What?!

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like girls be dropping babies
Enough to make a n***a go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
A-son, I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh*t
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
n***as catching headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f**k around, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well, f**k it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherf**king profile
Give me my f**king sh*t: CH-CH-BLAOW!
Last seen and heard, no-one knows
You forget: n***as be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole f**king lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your f**king ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a n***a, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure
Yo by a n***a, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f**king gun trigger
I said "Get the f**k outta here!"
n***a wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing - yo f**k that n***a's name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will r-iz-ock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
n***a get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh*t
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my n***a, you can suck my d**k
If you wanna step to my motherf**king rep
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**king hardrock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back
I rock the microphone, kill the M.I.C
Get happy as I wanna be

n***a!
Don't ever f**k with the Ol' Dirty b*st*rd
I f**k a n***a up any time, any day, any motherf**king way
Give it to ya, n***a
Take ya f**king ass home where you belong
f**k around, get physical on your sh*t right motherf**king now
Know what I'm saying?

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