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...