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KOOL KEITH lyrics : "Tell 'em Bitch"

[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith back up in this mother$#&@er
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin

I'd like to tell all these mother$#&@ers
I'd like to tell all you mother$#&@ers, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are

About what they think they are
Mother$#&@ers ain't %#@!, you ain't %#@!


$#&@ gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still piss in the bed

Ask your girl ^!$$%, I piss on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show

But for five or six I'm ready to piss in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment

could press the KEYS, and kiss my !#$#
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your (*##$ up like Batwoman, and %#@! on her mask

Dimepieces run with the boring ^!$$%z
My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my $$# up with your Cottonelle ^!$$%

Rappin against me, you ain't %#@!
My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced !@$(, watch who you rap with

And cover your mother$#&@in buttcheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle %#@!

Superstar gassed up ^!$$%z smokin that glass dick
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your button up

Don't come around wit'cha $$# hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good

Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your (*##$
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I $#&@ed up

Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and %#@!
Indoor rappin mansion-ass ^!$$%
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you %#@!

I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a (*##$
$#&@ the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique

Plast fast mother$#&@ers standin on wooden legs
Amateur ^!$$%z go down on cheap tape
What you think that bull%#@! gon' stick?

Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHER!#@*ER
Let you mother$#&@ers KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your mother$#&@in SHOW

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