[Kool Keith:] 

You don't wanna fuck around when I strike at piss range 

You know the verses I come at you, this strange 

When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps 

And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your ass 

You can't front on me you big-head motherfucker 

Bitches love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose 

Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil 

On a Hercules cock they robot 

And score service order gas masks on my face 

Fly as a German model 

Camcorder with her tight-ass pussy shaved up to her asshole 

Drinkin her mineral 

The water, the general 

John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi shit 

Rappers ain't down 

Got that God damn thang wastin champagne 

You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-ass chain 

I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge 

You with boring girls buyin bottles an' shit 

No time for local bastards, I'm on some international shit when I spit 

You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp 

I'm with a bitch in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes 

You hear, you never saw 

Look ten times better than Eva Longoria 

Flat stomachs and apple asses 

What the fuck you tellin me, you see me, yo 

You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy 

My luggage, I don't fuck with these puppets 

X-ray my shit through the machine 

Why you go to to the movies 

With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top 

Off her black hair 

That look mean backwards motherfucker, what'chu think you mack there? 

Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day 

I wonder do these, cats care 

I weight advances 

I wait for you to take your chances 

And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages 

My poems increase, above averages 

People hatin doin that ordinary miserable shit 

Walkin around like savages 

I'm intrigued by myself, fuck your bullshit statuses~!