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[Kool Keith:] Dark voice, space choice T-Mobile text vexed and you think you're in a competitive mode Who's the wussy they can't be fly droppin a verse with a dirty pussy Diaper show off your designer chains fuckin up my cypher Retarded ass rap slash diva Run around with a fucked up weave attachment hoe handcuffer I don't know why that stupid nigga like ya Step back you fuckin werewolf out of London, before I bite you BBQ rib hounder fuck it you splash out that quarter pounder The official rappin music co-founder since Ralph Hooper and his pops ran the Apollo with the United Negro Fund The richest nigga in the world, y'all can't fuck with the franchise Imagine your local bullshit burger spot goin against Ronald McDonald Italy can't stop the three billion servings I'ma make Brandy hoes move they porkchops [Chorus: unknown guest rapper] Be a fly ass niggaz And runnin around the city lookin at you bitch-ass niggaz Tryin to play high post, wit'cha little kitty-ass withers Knahmsayin? ... Fly ass NIGGA~! [Kool Keith:] Broke niggaz worryin about how fast you can rap Spit at quick speed with techniques that's sharp SongtexteComplex comprehension I'd rather see some tits Turn your computers off and get off that gay shit MySpace, Clayface claymation nigga E-mail message abusers shit fag energy users Livin in a fucked up town so boring drink fo' kegs before you talk about me with them ugly bitches teasin you in Hooters Y'all get the critic booters, website looters You fuckin raccooners, you can't stop the bass boomers [unknown guest rapper:] It be the motherfuckin Commi$$ion to all you whack-ass rap niggaz out here sellin that fake-ass rap music to you little fuckin kiddies What the fuck is goin out here with that rap shit? Y'all need to get smacked, knahmsayin???? Runnin around, with the big Commi$$ioner, ain't playin no games Stomp all y'all out, in this rap game Fly ass niggaz! Aus Songtexte Mania