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[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]Frere Jacques, Frere JacquesDo Rae Wu, Do Rae WuDigi lematina, Digi lematinaDing dong ding, ding dong ding[RZA]YoThe wick is lit, the bombs start to tick, tick, tickCountdown, BZA Bobby 'bout to spitExplode every MC in a four mile radiusStill mad with stout like I'm Doctor OctaviusPlace to brace, I could push on a rival plateSongtexteThe pulse of a Digi stare, make a spiral breakMouth the rhyme, blow his man outside the orbitWho ever thought this thug hip-hop wasn't goin' corporateAnd gain weight like Chinese put on eight dragonAnd 'W' on the Flag and and everybody's braggin'Neightborhood wiggin' out cuz the God's livin' outWithout biggin' out, Wu-Tang Clan biggin' outHollywood political wished off, It is YourzReady for then ext LP to hit storesI got more serious, my smoke be furiousMy night time walk should be named to NigeriousIt crucified you upside down on a wooden crossShouldn't have doubted the trojan, threw you in a wooden horseOl' Dirty break these niggaz offYou be bitches dumb soft[Chorus w/ RZA][Interlude: RZA]BOODOODOODOO!!! Yo, yo, yo[Ol' Dirty Bastard]Who want me to show the reels? I do magic spellsChildren love shootin' guns on devils killI want a girl that's only too meak to squealAnd Wu-Tang keep that shit concealedRoll with me in the drug mobileFuck my bitches, take it on the wheelPlayed it all over the world untilWu-Tang secret now revealedO's is killin' all people for head over healsI'm not a 'ciple with +Little Rascals+Villians, all attracted to my shit for man silk repellentI'm not the well-in, white boys can't get with melonI'm sayin' Wu-Tang is supreme to my wife and ho bitches on tourTo make sure, insure, that my wife got paid while I was ditch poor[Chorus][Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]Ding dong ding, ding dong dingOl' Dirty Bastard squashin' shitComin' at ya.. Aus Songtexte Mania