[Kool Keith]

This for all you motherfuckers bitin my space shit

Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter



[K] Yeah! Throwin the monkey-fuckin-wrench in the business

[K] Yeah; all that trendy shit out there

[T] That old fake shit

[K] So regular

[T] That common shit

[K] Shit that stink

[T] Word up

[K] Do this!

[T] Like you knew this, haha

[T] This is how we do

[K] Yeah

[T] Every, every day all day, haha



[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak

Niggaz be talkin like they hard, they fuckin asscrack

[Tim] These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith

I shoulda take a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW!

[Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin shit

With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin shit

[Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it's fog

Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog

[Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss

When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum

[Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore

Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture



[Kool Keith]

Take out your whole backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum

Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt

I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back

I'm up close like acne pimples in your ass crack

Atomic workout, strategy for fuckin jerks

Your album's butthole, overused with inserts

Still light up shit point blank like fuckin fireworks

Niggaz get busted cause half fights(?) for Greyhound

Penalties are deadly for quality, how your shit sound?

I'm not followin motherfuckers..



[Chorus: Tim Dog + Kool Keith]

Niggaz on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit

How many niggaz is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)

Niggaz on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit

Niggaz on some Ultra shit .. (Get off the dick!)

Niggaz on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit

How many niggaz is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)

Niggaz on some Ultra shit, niggaz on some Ultra shit



[Chorus last line #1]

(Get off the dick!) Niggaz on some Ultra shit (For life)



[Tim Dog]

God damn it's a brand new year

Comin back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps

Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's like that

You want your mic back; bitch you're gonna have to fight back

Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and

niggaz fuckin with D-O-G, is like McNeely fuckin with Mike Tyson

I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me ginsu

Niggaz get me amped, watch me get mental

Perplexed I project my lyrical context

Bust nuts in rappers anus cause it's better than sex

Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. Cool J

I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray

Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a scholar

Niggaz shit is so wack I wouldn't pay a fuckin dollar, holla

(Hooooooo!) Fuck it



[Chorus]



[Chorus last line #2]

Niggaz on some Ultra shit (Get off the dick!)



[Kool Keith]

Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight

Just raw beat, you're buttnaked standin on the street

Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole

Niggaz get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode

German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler

No soft samples, corny loops, fuck fiddler!

Niggaz get carried away with basic shit, every day

Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits

Ex-lax reveal your steelo's got the shits

Pack a bag, zip up your drama, fuckin catch the bus

Niggaz already been through sad stories; fuck y'all Gus



Yeah I don't give a fuck about the sunny Stet[?] drums

Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a fuck

Cal[?]DeJade I don't give a fuck, any snare, whatever

Distinctive loop, fuck it all

Motherfuckers can go search downtown

and find all these records if you want; I don't give a fuck!