[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith back up in this m***********
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these m************
I'd like to tell all you m************, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
m************ ain't s***, you ain't s***
f*** gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still p*** in the bed
Ask your girl n****, I p*** on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show
But for five or six I'm ready to p*** in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
could press the KEYS, and kiss my a**
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your b**** up like Batwoman, and s*** on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring n*****
My s** life, I p*** on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my a** up with your Cottonelle n****
Rappin against me, you ain't s***
My job is to make your doofy-a** baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced b******, watch who you rap with
And cover your m*********** b***cheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-a** man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle s***
Superstar gassed up n***** smokin that glass d***
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your b***on up
Don't come around wit'cha a** hangin out, teasin me with fake t***
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good
Grab the subway train, and drop t***s on your b****
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I f***** up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and s***
Indoor rappin mansion-a** n****
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you s***
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a b****
f*** the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-a** clique
Plast fast m************ standin on wooden legs
Amateur n***** go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this m***********
Let you m************ KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your m*********** SHOW
Kool Keith back up in this m***********
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these m************
I'd like to tell all you m************, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
m************ ain't s***, you ain't s***
f*** gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still p*** in the bed
Ask your girl n****, I p*** on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show
But for five or six I'm ready to p*** in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
could press the KEYS, and kiss my a**
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your b**** up like Batwoman, and s*** on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring n*****
My s** life, I p*** on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my a** up with your Cottonelle n****
Rappin against me, you ain't s***
My job is to make your doofy-a** baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced b******, watch who you rap with
And cover your m*********** b***cheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-a** man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle s***
Superstar gassed up n***** smokin that glass d***
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your b***on up
Don't come around wit'cha a** hangin out, teasin me with fake t***
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good
Grab the subway train, and drop t***s on your b****
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I f***** up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and s***
Indoor rappin mansion-a** n****
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you s***
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a b****
f*** the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-a** clique
Plast fast m************ standin on wooden legs
Amateur n***** go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this m***********
Let you m************ KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your m*********** SHOW