Kool Keith back up in this
I'd like to tell all these motherfuckers
I'd like to tell all you motherfuckers,
About theyself, about what
About what they think they are
Motherfuckers ain't shit, you ain't shit
Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry
I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still piss in the bed
Ask your girl nigga, I piss on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm
But for five or six I'm ready to
And everybody with they first
could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS
No prestigious toilets and golden
Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and
Dimepieces run with the boring niggaz
My sex life, I piss on top of your cash
I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga
Rappin against me, you ain't shit
My job is to make your doofy- ass
And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with
I'm a grown- ass man, you can suck mine
Superstar gassed up niggaz smokin
My first name is microphone,
Bra and panties under your button up
Don't come around wit'cha ass hangin out,
I'm the celebrity destroyer,
I defecate on your shoulderblades
I jerk off on anybody that think they good
and drop turds on your bitch
grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars I fucked up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit
Indoor rappin mansion- ass nigga
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards,
I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch
Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle,
Plast fast motherfuckers standin
What you think that bullshit gon' stick?
Let you motherfuckers KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherfuckin SHOW