[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Oh
Yo, this is Dirt McGirt
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all niggas on the beats
He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks
Where your plaques at, dog?
The game is officially over
Go kill yourself
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker (Keep the receipt, motherfuckers)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, y'all gon' stop talking that shit that you talking
Your broke-ass mama couldn't afford that abortion
Now, tell me, how the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now, I done sat back and seen it all too often
The backbone of this, like Marino to the Dolphins
Most hits out the Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson
My niggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks drove niggas postal
So I drove coastal while they stayed local
How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dog
Niggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball
I'll see you at the awards
Huh, and after all that it took
I made it to the Roc, I guess I ain't as dumb as you look
Oh
Yo, this is Dirt McGirt
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all niggas on the beats
He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks
Where your plaques at, dog?
The game is officially over
Go kill yourself
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Kanye West]
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hits anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc, motherfucker (Keep the receipt, motherfuckers)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Now, y'all gon' stop talking that shit that you talking
Your broke-ass mama couldn't afford that abortion
Now, tell me, how the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now, I done sat back and seen it all too often
The backbone of this, like Marino to the Dolphins
Most hits out the Chi since Sosa and Andre Dawson
My niggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks drove niggas postal
So I drove coastal while they stayed local
How I can't rhyme when my freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while we style in posters, dog
Niggas had a chance to sign me, dropped the ball
I'll see you at the awards
Huh, and after all that it took
I made it to the Roc, I guess I ain't as dumb as you look
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