[Kool Keith: voice lowered]
Bench press nine tons
Bench press...
[23 seconds of p**** movie dialogue]
[Keith: voice lowered]
See when I come and rap they can't sit no more
Girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more, constipated
Backed up
The underground ain't s*** no more
A bunch of c*********s, whack backpack m************
With no solid b**** behind the music
Them bullshit
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid f*****
Suck a transexual d*** with your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your b**** sit proud, with two seats
with spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap b******
What you got to give besides an e-mail address
Underground bounty hunter
p*** on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive kickoff purple rainjacket
8,000 yard a day runner, yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is f***** up by a psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet with a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away m*********** change my voice up screwed
[Keith lowers his voice even further: really hard to understand]
So you download me schemin, dreamin, cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes n*****
I s*** off communication while y'all buy merchandise
And join fan clubs, drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these n***** I stay away from crumb s*******
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal in a media trap
Your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff-raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery, pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary n****, that's the same s*** you b**min
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still fascinated by your whack-a**, glitter
Corn heart doin samples that tell m************
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
[p**** movie dialogue to end]
Bench press nine tons
Bench press...
[23 seconds of p**** movie dialogue]
[Keith: voice lowered]
See when I come and rap they can't sit no more
Girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more, constipated
Backed up
The underground ain't s*** no more
A bunch of c*********s, whack backpack m************
With no solid b**** behind the music
Them bullshit
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid f*****
Suck a transexual d*** with your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your b**** sit proud, with two seats
with spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap b******
What you got to give besides an e-mail address
Underground bounty hunter
p*** on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive kickoff purple rainjacket
8,000 yard a day runner, yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is f***** up by a psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet with a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away m*********** change my voice up screwed
[Keith lowers his voice even further: really hard to understand]
So you download me schemin, dreamin, cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes n*****
I s*** off communication while y'all buy merchandise
And join fan clubs, drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these n***** I stay away from crumb s*******
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal in a media trap
Your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff-raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery, pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary n****, that's the same s*** you b**min
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still fascinated by your whack-a**, glitter
Corn heart doin samples that tell m************
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
[p**** movie dialogue to end]