Damage de Ol' Dirty Bastard Featuring The Genius

Intro:
Peace


the genius
Verse one: ol dirty bastard
I'll grab and the mic and now i damage you, cut your whole stamina
here comes the medical examiner
one verse then you're out for the count
make sure he sniffs the right amount
wake him up and then i ask him
why did he intend this --
competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous
boy you shouldn't bother this
leave me alone like the
i got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
roll up on the scene like the count of monte crisco
and mc's start to vanish

ha-ha-ha, hararrrh

i watch your ass take a big fall, why?
my main source, is like a friendly game of stickball
and as you step up to bat man
you try to do me for a rhyme
go out like nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass stayed
home and played
or watchin happy days sweatin
with ralphie and richie cunningham, joni and
wu, who? me gettin wreck so i'm through
like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven

have your ass doin some night fever shit like john travolta
i come strong i make knowledge born, i flip the script
and rock on from
pass the hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
can't understand it here's the panaroma

should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to
yeah i bust that ass before

and want to perform a massacre
better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
crush the person who did em, well you just better
so i'm stepping to your
put the pedal to the metal
you and your dj change your name to ma and pa kettle
as i
it's not a newport but it's still live with pleasure
motown philly

but they still remains a-nom-ynous
i pull strings like jimi hendrix
ride more beats that go backs to the days of eddie kendricks
i teach the truth to the youth, i say
here's the truth, better start wearing
arm yourself with a shield
just like the children in the cornfield