[Kool Keith]
Yeah mother$#&@er.. that's right..
The mother$#&@er in the house.. Kool Keith..

$#&@ all the bull%#@!, let's get to the real %#@!..
Yeah..


Your rhyme touch is soft kid
like a stripper's $$# with a touch of plastic
Writin with a local style

talkin about competitive %#@! you never mastered
Youse a wannabe thug ^!$$%, you ain't bugged ^!$$%
I cut your (*##$-ass up, leave your legs under the rug ^!$$%

Who want the whiplash?
Cigarette burns, broken face hair pinned up in a cast
Me standin on the top of your tour bus

Butt-naked with a $#&@in hockey mask
Slicin your cashmere with a sharp 7-Up glass
Don't you know I'm sick ^!$$%? Lick my dick ^!$$%!

Forty-four caliber killer gun-toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment

Old dingy $#&@ed up Bronx apartment
Don't piss me off with a tec-9 loaded in a bull%#@! street argument
I don't care how hard you get

You just another man that never lived in the projects poppin %#@!
You ain't stoppin %#@!, $#&@ that Batman and Robin %#@!
and what block you with

Kneel down, make a ^!$$% like you call me Big Ernest
Bake your intestines, throw your stomach in the furnace
Watch the thermostat, you ain't no $#&@in fat cat


[Chorus: Kool Keith]


[sung] You never lived in the projects!
You ain't no drug dealer


[Chorus x3]

[Kool Keith]

Rude bwoy with a temper like a Jamaican off a Haitian boat
Carribean ruckus - with an Elvis wig
slap the piss out of one of you untalented rap mother$#&@ers

Bodyguards won't work
with a 30-shot car bomb under my Dominican shirt
Submachine in the duffle bag

Watchin Sesame Street with my daughter, peepin Ernie and Bert
With backstage passes, wearin a long trenchcoat
Get Morris in your projects

and Jackson in a Madison Square Garden concert
Ready for CBS and NBC, to do a big network
The average guy, havin a product manager

and a female publicist wearin a $#&@in bulletproof vest
I got time for mother$#&@ers actin like Elliot Ness
Winchester sawed off blow your Rolex through your $#&@in chest

Splatted body pieces while blood drips off your girl's dress
I'm ready for more progress
Have your head sent home

and a piece of your leg sittin on the record company desk
Extort like a mad ^!$$% Western Union
You don't have a clue men how I get through men


[Chorus x4]