Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks Pull your panties down, take your wig off Let me see your bald head, that's right I got you on Kodak, your pictures
the face A guy like you I should slash in the face Pick up the lampshade, knock your blunt out your hand Smear ash in your face! Macks, trucks, big
off blow your Rolex through your fuckin' chest Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl?s dress I?m ready for more progress, have your head
't roll your eyes at me like a alligator Put your Chanel shades on, walk with your thong in your butt Runnin your fingers through your cheap raise(?) Look at your
Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real He should rap about space and Mars Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather
Yo Money Yeah, whassup Kool Keith? Yo, that girl Kadiva gon' come to your house with blonde hair and boots Tell her rent a cheap room on Sunset Boulevard
ben Yeah (yeah.. yeah.. yeah..) Chorus: kool keith (repeat 4x) I'll be the man, watch your backpack, pen and pencil School today! grown man, I don't play [kool keith
[kool keith] I'm known to fence ya with my black mask, mc's go to hell [noggin nodders] And I'm the obtuse, and acute guy I'm known as motion, noggin
touched that gun I never spoke to anyone, the f.b.i.'s at my house Chorus: kool keith (repeat 2x) Shoes n suits! shoes n suits! Supreme court.. [kool keith
in your face The sun in your face Wake up! .. The sun's in your face The sun's in your face face face face.. Wake up! .. The sun's in your face The
the game (The Master) In the rappin' Hall of Fame He's the Master (Master, Master) Kool Keith He's the master (Master, Master) Kool Keith, Kool Keith, Kool Keith (Kool Keith
Motherfucker I'm Kool Keith, motherfucker I'm cursin You know I'm the type of guy to piss And throw shit in your face if you're the right person I don
yo friends Take my food back, your weave out Your fuckin' glue back, your hair in pieces With just enough for chocolate Reese's Beauty parlor, rings around, check your
in your stomach tucked in Leave you with Maalox and Castor oil of toxic waste Your area's vacant with where house aroma Cat turds and horse drops your face
Yeah what's up what's up money It's kool keith You ever go to some girl's house And they act like they livin lavish Two-thousand extreme with space chandeliers
all Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in an air lock, choke your mom Cause
(featuring Kool Keith) Kool Keith...the original Adam West New York That's right Back from the pad (the finest tuned rapping machine) Back from the