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[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith back up in this motherfucker
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these motherfuckers
I'd like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
Motherfuckers ain't shit, you ain't shit
Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still piss in the bed
Ask your girl nigga, I piss 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 piss 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 ASS
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring niggaz
My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga
Rappin against me, you ain't shit
My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with
And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle shit
Superstar gassed up niggaz smokin that glass dick
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your button up
Don't come around wit'cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
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 turds on your bitch
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I fucked up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit
Indoor rappin mansion-ass nigga
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you shit
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch
Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique
Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs
Amateur niggaz go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER
Let you motherfuckers KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherfuckin SHOW



Autor(en): Thornton Keith Mathew


Kool Keith - Lost Masters Collection
Album Lost Masters Collection
Veröffentlichungsdatum
04-08-2009

1   Tess Shit
2   Baby Baby
3   You Can't Go Outside
4   Robert Perry
5   Freaks
6   Girls Want You
7   New York City
8   Shit Expands
9   Cleavage
10   Girl You Know
11   Telephone Girlfriend
12   Everybody Playin Here
13   Taking Pictures
14   Gina Called
15   Same Sound
16   Trying To Talk To You
17   Move
18   Women Turn on Your T.V.
19   She Likes Your Sex
20   Varoom
21   Can't Fuck Wit This
22   The VooDoo
23   Feel About You
24   Kiss My Ass
25   Two Steps
26   Star Struck
27   No Stress
28   Tell em Bitch
29   I Want You To Be
30   14th Song On The Album
31   Think You're Sexy
32   Iraqi Verse
33   Keep On Jumpin'
34   Dark Thought (outro)
35   I'm Nice
36   Dance for You
37   Real Gold
38   Laid Back In the Sun
39   I Am Computer
40   Botswana
41   California Fly
42   Dunk On Them
43   No Sucker
44   Magician
45   Space Center
46   Motel 6 Super 8
47   Your Phone
48   Maxithong
49   Tell Them How
50   Future Galaxy




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