Kool Keith

Kool Keith - Tell 'em Bitch lyrics

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[Kool Keith]

Kool Keith back up in this motherfucker

You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin

I'd like to tell all these motherfuckers

I'd like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself

About theyself, about what they think they are

About what they think they are

Motherfuckers ain't shit, you ain't shit



Fuck 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 nigga, 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 ASS

No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings

Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask

Dimepieces run with the boring niggaz

My sex life, I piss on top of your cash

Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga

Rappin against me, you ain't shit

My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit

Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with

And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick

I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine

And that talk behind my back circle shit

Superstar gassed up niggaz 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 ass 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 bitch

Hit Philadelphia, 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, watch you shit

I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch

Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms

Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique

Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs

Amateur niggaz go down on cheap tape

What you think that bullshit gon' stick?

Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER

Let you motherfuckers KNOW

I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherfuckin SHOW
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