KOOL KEITH lyrics : "What You Doing"
Bench press nine tons
Bench press...
[23 seconds of !@$^o movie dialogue]
[Keith: voice lowered]
See when I come and rap they can't sit no more
Girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more, constipated
Backed up
The underground ain't %#@! no more
A bunch of @@#!suckers, whack backpack mother$#&@ers
With no solid balls behind the music
Them bull%#@!
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid $#&@er
Suck a transexual dick with your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your (*##$ sit proud, with two seats
with spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap !@$(
What you got to give besides an e-mail address
Underground bounty hunter
Piss on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive kickoff purple rainjacket
8,000 yard a day runner, yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is $#&@ed up by a psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet with a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away mother$#&@er change my voice up screwed
[Keith lowers his voice even further: really hard to understand]
So you download me schemin, dreamin, cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes ^!$$%z
I %#@! off communication while y'all buy merchandise
And join fan clubs, drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these ^!$$%z I stay away from crumb %#@!ters
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal in a media trap
Your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff-raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery, pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary ^!$$%, that's the same %#@! you bummin
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still fascinated by your whack-ass, glitter
Corn heart doin samples that tell mother$#&@ers
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
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