KOOL KEITH lyrics : "Running For Congress"
The Commi$$ioner
The mother$#&@in Commi$$ioner
Again~!
I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant
with rat turds on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf
^!$$%z like y'all scared of the dark, I told you
You won't close the door and grab a roll of %#@! by yourself
And blaze your $$#hole with two logs of fire
when you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches
Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up
On your $$# like a horse you felt this
like the bump over your eye become a cyst
Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck
watch on they arm is on my %#@!list
I send a gorilla to put his @@#! up your $$#
You don't forget this
Your favorite top MC carry my dick when I piss
It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris
The public, the lesbians got to kiss
[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets]
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, $#&@ it
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, !#@* IT!
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, !#@* IT~!
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
^!$$% I called this rhymin exercise
The city think you're good, but I'ma %#@! in your eyes
Wipe my $$# with your face
I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya !@$(
With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach
That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk
These guys comin with that bull%#@!
I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the $#&@ up
Close the door behind you make up your mind
I don't wanna hear that no talk
That cartoon %#@! you spit that clogged the city of New York
Yes man, hover when you pop a cork
With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork
Tennis racket ^!$$%z don't need to $#&@ with this rap sport
I'm closer than you think, buttcrack in the telescope
Get your picture off the result
MC's better practice they %#@! cause I'm hella dope
[Chorus]
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