Unlike Nelly, though, Deuce brings a real thug presence to the mic. "Fuck the DEA, FBI, and every otha faggot ass law enforcement agency takin' food out my kids' mouths -- See you in hell," the burly rapper writes in the liner notes of God Made Dirt, which also features a rather unsettling photo of Dirty jamming a pistol into his mouth.
Just as severe is Dirty's diction. "A glutton for punishment/Addicted to pain like meth/And that's crystal/ Grew up on Rose, St. Ides, and Cisco/ Moved up to fifths of liquor/No wonder I'm a fuckin' sicko," Dirty fumes on "Sleep With My . . . (The AK's Anthem)." Tempering all the badass braggadocio with the sentimental, Santana-esque "Home" and a pair of anthemic rap-rock numbers with power chords almost as beefy as Dirty's midsection, this disc is equally catchy and caustic.
