Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called, on the street <br />Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat <br />Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro <br />Kickin the Bobby bullsh*t, too smart for Willie Bobo <br />Not stressin five-o, hot hand in celo <br />Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough <br />Homicide central, East New York <br />Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk <br />Walk, like a ninja, on the asphalt <br />Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk <br />And there's more hardtimes, than on Good Times <br />And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime <br />So I'm steady schemin, won't work for a dime <br />Used to get, tax free loot, all the time <br />Type slick can't fess on 'Ru, because <br />Verse Two: <br />Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose <br />Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce <br />Dirty, because of the skin I'm in <br />The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon <br />Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin <br />But I'm not chain-snatchin, or drug-sellin <br />According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham <br />Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am <br />But wanna get funny, we can get bummy <br />Take you to the East and back again money <br />Filthy putrified trick, step past your sister <br />Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history <br />Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&B <br />Nasty MC deity <br />Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal <br />gland, as I expand, you know who I am <br />Verse Three: <br />Father of all stylin, I be whylin on wax <br />We hack sh*t up like big ax and little ax <br />Don't need tokes to make you jump like bungee <br />Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy <br />When I come through I clog up your sewer <br />Peep the maneuveur, drop the ill manure <br />So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter <br />No matter what you do, you can't get through the <br />Crud that comes out of your system <br />You're another victim, of dirty rotten <br />Dirt up, in your grill, so what ya gonna do <br />But pay homage to...
