[Intro:]
Ha ha, yeah!
Got'cha man Bobby Grind
Donny V, the man Donny V
The Commission is back
[Donny V:]
Donny V, opens the question, I'm rap's second best
Out of a million other rappers I'm better than the rest
Moet sipper, mic ripper and p**** getter
I'm on my own zone so you know I stay fly n****
b**** n***** go to clubs frontin with they fake Coogi
You ain't a kingpin, take off that slum jewelry
I'm reformed, no more pickin the guns up
Get out of line I'll be the first to say get your funds up
The feds is only waitin for me to catch a case
I have fun now from punchin n***** in they f***** face
I'm 'bout to retire from rap, ain't no competition
Rap was fun when bodies came up missin
I cut bodies up, while I listen to Billy Preston
We had a photo session with Bush daughters at the Westin
[Kool Keith: voice EXTREMELY modulated]
Now I'ma s*** on top of the Hummer H3
Kick you in the a****** like Gracie
Y'all tryin to get these clown-a** clodhod n***** to replace me
Y'all toy like Toys'R'Us
You brush your hair back with a red brush
You critics lick the back of a gorilla's a**
Who says I can't cuss?
Y'all like the other product
Nothin m************, you have to readjust
Touch the diseases under the b****
Make those house calls
We cuttin the nails out of tigers' paws
s*** off the Select-o-Vision
You p*** through your television
You see it? You got Hell-o-Vision
Bodies in the back, stay away
Bodies in the front, stay away
I should come from the store, Macy's layaway
[Kool Keith:]
All you m************ droppin that bullshit every month
On that conveyor belt
Forcin that s*** down people's throats
And all you m************ I never seen or heard of before
poppin up on m*********** magazines
I ain't never seen you m************ in my m*********** LIFE~!
Out of nowhere
You just come pop-o-matic MC
Report to the Commi$$ioner
Ha ha, yeah!
Got'cha man Bobby Grind
Donny V, the man Donny V
The Commission is back
[Donny V:]
Donny V, opens the question, I'm rap's second best
Out of a million other rappers I'm better than the rest
Moet sipper, mic ripper and p**** getter
I'm on my own zone so you know I stay fly n****
b**** n***** go to clubs frontin with they fake Coogi
You ain't a kingpin, take off that slum jewelry
I'm reformed, no more pickin the guns up
Get out of line I'll be the first to say get your funds up
The feds is only waitin for me to catch a case
I have fun now from punchin n***** in they f***** face
I'm 'bout to retire from rap, ain't no competition
Rap was fun when bodies came up missin
I cut bodies up, while I listen to Billy Preston
We had a photo session with Bush daughters at the Westin
[Kool Keith: voice EXTREMELY modulated]
Now I'ma s*** on top of the Hummer H3
Kick you in the a****** like Gracie
Y'all tryin to get these clown-a** clodhod n***** to replace me
Y'all toy like Toys'R'Us
You brush your hair back with a red brush
You critics lick the back of a gorilla's a**
Who says I can't cuss?
Y'all like the other product
Nothin m************, you have to readjust
Touch the diseases under the b****
Make those house calls
We cuttin the nails out of tigers' paws
s*** off the Select-o-Vision
You p*** through your television
You see it? You got Hell-o-Vision
Bodies in the back, stay away
Bodies in the front, stay away
I should come from the store, Macy's layaway
[Kool Keith:]
All you m************ droppin that bullshit every month
On that conveyor belt
Forcin that s*** down people's throats
And all you m************ I never seen or heard of before
poppin up on m*********** magazines
I ain't never seen you m************ in my m*********** LIFE~!
Out of nowhere
You just come pop-o-matic MC
Report to the Commi$$ioner