(feat. Bobbito)



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[Kool Keith]

I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck

Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito

Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito

Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he

Catch another rapper rhyme slowly

In the back of your head feel the calico M-O

You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital

He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle

He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road

A human body buried monkey plus a little toad

Scared federal bereau, fuck investigation

No phones, no beeps, fuck communication

I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle

I read comics and books, yeah Marvel

You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement

Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went?

I walk quiet at night, through the projects

Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo!

I got a gift for you, to fuck Santa Claus

Open your door, face the Cenobites light

I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser

(Who could I be?)



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[Bobbito]

Bobbito and yes I got the props

Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock

My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it

Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet

Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be

Unsightly, or slightly greusome

Some groups are done, some groups run

Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun

Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum

I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school

Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy

She saw me bust a nut it was flattery

Now I recharge my battery

Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing

Sets me when I'm boning

Shit, people asks me who writes for me

I write my own shit from finish to start

Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart

A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit

Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it

Nervous, served this, never even heard this

Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this

Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow

My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello



[Godfather Don]

It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em

Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my shit is funkier than

Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure

I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that

One word you heard no other say

And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs

Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage

To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make

You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady

*sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready

To go on the collision course and send it

When I mental with light jeans don't read names

I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked

Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded

Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes

Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through

Varying the methods and shit, I never do

I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido

For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey

Kind of neato, so check it out

Peace, hollito



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