"You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass"
How did this work? The lyrical rhythm is pausing and parenthical (oh yeah, and dirty bust yo ass, son), but it still sounds amazingly stammered out. A great man has been taken from us while my list of ungreat ones that should go in their stead remains ignored. I guess God needs all the good people to work in the Angel mines.