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[Kool Keith impersonating a nerdy person plus a racist record label exec] How's the Kool Keith solo project coming along? It's doing great, yeah Bob We promoted a lot of niggers this year We promoted 'em down the ass We paid a lot of stuff out We lost, we took cutbacks And another nigger is just coming in the industry It's more niggers to come [Kool Keith as himself] I walked inside, the baldheaded man, the man is psycho This A&R man, he was a white kid named Michael I shot him eight times, blank up in the fuckin face I murder staff, the company I burn this place No time for management, what, who wanna stop the sicko? Mad I'm crazy, yo cops better suck my dicko You know I pack mac-10's, yo fuck the F.B.I. I'm bringin two vans, grenades and another guy I'm cold shootin, I'm bustin in your ambulance Pop pop pop pop, you shake and do a rain dance Who got the murder case, who got the murder face I walk in companies boom and blow my triggers off Uncle Toms, savage whites and the niggaz off You talkin blank blank blank and all that street shit Distinctive breaks, freestyle, I'm on some other shit SongtexteI'm throwin big bombs, grenades at the firetruck [x4] Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin [Kool Keith] I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency I got my mask and motherfuckers don't know it's me I'm shootin glass out, people bring your ass out I see executives runnin, they comin fast out Please, please, I'll fuckin shoot him in his knees And burn up the elevator, now try to fuck with these Pow pow pow, I'm shootin like a wild cow Chocolate cow, the dog is goin BOW WOW The cats are runnin everywhere, people panic You white and black Uncle Tom, watch me motherfucker I ain't no sucker, I'm still fuckin shootin I got hostages up here, fuck you, call the cops Yeah I know I keep movin, buckin my shit, the staff dyin You can't stop me you fuckin devil and a lion [x5] Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin [Kool Keith] Yeah... (send more cars!) ... I'm on your floor, call up the cops, I shoot the phone Zip code fuck you in the morning bullet zone I walk in Radio City, I spray the Grammy's I'd rather go out, piss some groupies in some panties You know I'm not goin homo, on that singer shit I'm on that gunsmoke shit, I'm on that swinger shit And fuck you groups out there, and all that happy shit I rap like a pimp, that's right I'm on some daddy shit You bitches got deals, and started out suckin dick I'm kickin windows, the motherfuckin psycho clique I blow your face off you punk, and my dick get hard Fuck with my program, I'm mad and my stick get hard You want some shit, yo Moe, go get the streetsweeper Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper [x8] Yeah, I'm fuckin flippin [Outro] Keith, Keith please come out, come out This is Detective Goodman from the New York City Police Department We need you to come out now with your hands up and your weapons down Please release the hostages, the people have done you no wrong Let them goooooooooo! [Kool Keith] No! [Kool Keith impersonating a TV reporter] Live, Channel 2 News, Jim Jensen A man down here with a bald head Furiously shooting, eating bananas Looking out the windows, sucking lollipops Spitting on people and telling them, to go away And as he fiercely shoots, live We bring you this special 2 News report Aus Songtexte Mania