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ULTRAMAGNETIC M.C.S lyrics : "I'm Fuckin' Flippin'"

[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 !@$@s this year
We promoted 'em down the $$#
We paid a lot of stuff out

We lost, we took cutbacks
And another !@$@ is just coming in the industry
It's more !@$@s 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 $#&@in 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 $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z off

You talkin blank blank blank and all that street %#@!
Distinctive breaks, freestyle, I'm on some other %#@!
I'm throwin big bombs, grenades at the firetruck


[x4]
Yeah, I'm $#&@in flippin


[Kool Keith]
I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency

I got my mask and mother$#&@ers don't know it's me
I'm shootin glass out, people bring your $$# out
I see executives runnin, they comin fast out

Please, please, I'll $#&@in shoot him in his knees
And burn up the elevator, now try to $#&@ 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 mother$#&@er

I ain't no sucker, I'm still $#&@in shootin
I got hostages up here, $#&@ you, call the cops
Yeah I know

I keep movin, buckin my %#@!, the staff dyin
You can't stop me you $#&@in devil and a lion


[x5]
Yeah, I'm $#&@in flippin


[Kool Keith]
Yeah... (send more cars!) ...
I'm on your floor, call up the cops, I shoot the phone

Zip code $#&@ 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 %#@!
I'm on that gunsmoke %#@!, I'm on that swinger %#@!
And $#&@ you groups out there, and all that happy %#@!

I rap like a pimp, that's right I'm on some daddy %#@!
You (*##$es got deals, and started out suckin dick
I'm kickin windows, the mother$#&@in psycho clique

I blow your face off you punk, and my dick get hard
$#&@ with my program, I'm mad and my stick get hard
You want some %#@!, yo Moe, go get the streetsweeper

Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper

[x8]

Yeah, I'm $#&@in 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

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