Call Me - Dirty - Illaj, Mac Geez & Mikey Vegaz

This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew 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, niggaz slept 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 Wolrex, some tried Ajax Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt They call us WINGWORM 'cause we mastered this dirt I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues Tony Snatcher played the fool And man meater eater played the bone I come in the club with no ID They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me Up. Dirty and Stinkin stuff It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts Last Call now drink it up Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People. ohh. ohh. people. ohh. ohh Yo, let me continue, verse number two Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo If ya hangin around, ya changed 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 rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin 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 Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks? That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle (Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much) Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Heard Master singin that shit? Stinkin blue Palmaid. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.