[ODB]
  Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay
    [Meth]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
  Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
  Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
  Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us
    [RZA]
  Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
  Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather
  Make a better tomorrow
  Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
  The fire come, transmit vire come
  The higher sire come, we burn your wire
  Wu-Tang be number one...
    [Meth & RZA]
  Four years ago a friend of mine
  Asked me to say some MC rhymes
  So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
  The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
    Yo, we took a test to become an MC
  All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
  God threw me inside his Cadillac
  The chaffuer drove off and we never came back
    Meth cut the record down to the bone
  And now I rock solid chrome microphones
  Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
  Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...
    That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
  Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
  Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack
    I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
  Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
  Fly like a dove, that come from up above
  My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
    It's just a one two three a three a two one
  Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
  Blow them right in your face with the bass
  You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
    First come, first serve basis
  Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
  One of a kind for you people's delight
  And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
  Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
  Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
  Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
  And everybody know what you've been through
  It's the one two three three two one
  Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
  Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
  Come in first place in the real rap race
  Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
  You sucker MC, a sad face clown
  Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
  You drive a big car get your gas from Getti
    [ODB]
  I'm ODB in the place to be
  Didn't go to St. John's University
  In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
  A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
  I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
  She love filthy swine and my collard greens
  I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
  Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly
    If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one
  [X2]
    I wrote this song about the (?)
  You gotta know where to start when the beats play
  [X2]