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[Kool Keith] Yeah, motherfuckin Kool Keith I'm doin this motherfucker I'ma get in this motherfucker I'm worser than chocolate Ex-Lax kid I'll blow out your asshole On some Mt. Helen volcano type shit Dare your girl to try to act fly at the Nassau Coliseum concert Defend your emotions when I attack Fuck the words of the monkeys back and forth Singers and rappers, I'm guaranteed like "5 Fingers of Death" Reach in your stomach with the iron fist You can't fuck with the iron wrist Cup of soup noodle niggaz Talkin shit, you on my lyin list Your makeup is Mac Everybody against the wall, before I piss on your buttcrack Plastic bastards I cover your staff members with battery acid Five people in one motherfucker I'm drastic Like a bitch who do a fast kick [Chorus] Kiss my ass nigga (kiss my ass nigga) {*repeat 3X*} [Kool Keith] SongtexteYou get meaner, with that bullshit you talk Tie rappers up in the basement like preacher Scrub your fuckin forehead with brillo pads Gasoline is my ammo Wipe you motherfuckers up with glass cleaner Three bottles of Pine Sol, shit on your mixtape I'll catch you at the mall Lookin more fake whack-ass wigga I used to shit on your babysitters Shut the fuck up, piss all over your transmitters Motherfuck a garbage-ass nigga Screamin over your music, FUCK YOU New York makes you bitter, type of faggot ass nigga To sit in cat litter, everybody suck my dick Playin one or two niggaz Look in the mirror doc, I'm on your time clock Always inkin a deal Urinate on your paper when I sign dots Your CD's up at Universal in a cardboard box Stop fuckin borin me With overnight niggaz, with no stories Motherfuckers gettin they first model bitch I'm on Simmons level, I shit on your Pave jewelry From the Brightling to the Jacob to the Rolex None of these Sesame Street Big Bird Oscar niggaz can fool me Been eatin chinese food, with Greg Nice Can't stop the fuckin hustle, my lyrics are Smooth B [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania