sells the fear even if it's a lie! [Chorus:] Run for your life! Dirty bomb! No one is safe! Anthrax attack! No one will survive! Run for your life! Dirty bomb
the fear even if it's a lie! [Chorus:] Run for your life! Dirty bomb! No one is safe! Anthrax attack! No one will survive! Run for your life! Dirty bomb
Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip [Aesop Rock] Ah, dirty, dirty destiny Birded murders
count the number Niggas writin me letters say "I know what you did last summer" One rapper tested me and though I was a punk And i aint seen his body
my shit [repeat] Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho Dirty ass Lynch Mob
mayn, what's up mayn Y'all niggaz ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah nigga) Well come on let's do this shit, let's get this motherfucker On the count of three
off that buddha Tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs And it got me high (now I'm rollin on the river) Labeled mr. fedex (cause them bodies I deliver
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate Thai, I Mack 1-0, gun ho Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
the box homey I still got the sun of the box on me Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty I told you I can count on my boy I'm in trouble, needed
sob story Metal frame, walking through a, metal game with a limp, tight grip Determined not to let time slip [Aesop Rock] Ah, dirty, dirty destiny Birded
, just blame it on the green Girl cut up, got lean on lean That shoebox shit, over with She put it on the rack, won't notice it My bank 'count, commas
showed up First it was Oklahoma now its your house im blowin up 'cause im quick to butt fuck yo moms And fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs
, west coast, Midwest, dirty south Then we took it all around the world I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers To little bitty boys ans girls Droppin' lyrical bombs
[rah digga] Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) Rah digga y'all, dirty harriet (uhh!) Kweli, xzibit, new millenium! (c'mon, check it) [all] one, two,
showed up First it was Oklahoma now its your house im blowin up Cuz im quick to butt fuck yo moms And fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs
Aint a damn thing changed And if you niggas wanna get some, get some (If you feel this scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, Thugline) Count me down
First it was Oklahoma now its your house I'm blowin up Cuz I'm quick to butt fuck yo moms And fuck a nine Bizarre's shootin nuclear bombs Think about
