Lyrical Breakdown of You Don't Want To F**k With Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ol' Dirty Bastard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You Don't Want To F**k With Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yo, when I say you don't want to fuck with me
I'm not talking to you girl (and woman)
Yo, 'cause y'all want to fuck... y'all want to fuck me
I stay away from danger, danger stay away from me
I kind of react on y'all niggas and then I flee
Whatever you say is a mirage
And on top of that, huh, nigga fuck y'all
I'm the law of the land, got girls Uncle Nuggah
I gagagaga got girls on the command
I got the government lost on Gilligan Island (Nigga Please!)
By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back
>From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane
You ain't shaggy anymore D8, I ain't in your ballgame
I became, ain't your doggy bag ho same
You gotta make Ol' Dirty a better man
In the world if you wanna live
Fuck y'all, God don't forgive
I don't answer phones
I'll never reveal the Wu-Tang secret, and if you don't believe
I'll kill your shit
2x
You don't want
You don't want fuck with me ('Cause my name is Ol' Dirty)
Please Nigga!
You couldn't jump jump jump
You couldn't punk, you couldn't funk funk funk the shit up
My name is Dirt Dog the 18
Millimeter, shoot you up, bust you up (Fuck fuck, What?)
I drop an ambulance on a nigga
Mad trucks, runnin' over niggas
I love bitches, when they front on they pussycat
You ain't gettin' over like a fat rat
Hate is the method, killin' all you savages
You won't be sendin' me messages
I put your nigga on pause, I keep that shit on
Destroy you through your whores
'Cause you ain't never had clout
You niggas on a rat drought
I never get tired, I ain't in your drama quote
Suck my dick!
6x
(To the ugly girls, throw your hands in the fuckin' air!)
(To the ugly bitches, wave 'em like you just don't care!)
Yo, I'm the cunt breath asshole eater
And if you let me physically eat it, it only get (burps)
Yo, the race we'll lose
I'm??? the booze
Don't eat the food!
AAAAHH! If you really want to cum
This dope game get your pussy numb
YO! FUCK Y'ALL! EVERYBODY!
3x
Don't ever look at my name as bad