[Kool Keith: slowed down] 

The Commi$$ioner 

The motherfuckin Commi$$ioner 

Again~! 

I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant 

with rat turds on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf 

Niggaz like y'all scared of the dark, I told you 

You won't close the door and grab a roll of shit by yourself 

And blaze your asshole with two logs of fire 

when you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches 

Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up 

On your ass like a horse you felt this 

like the bump over your eye become a cyst 

Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck 

watch on they arm is on my shitlist 

I send a gorilla to put his cock up your ass 

You don't forget this 

Your favorite top MC carry my dick when I piss 

It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris 

The public, the lesbians got to kiss 



[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets] 

Super Don chron' 

Do what you want, fuck it 

Super Don chron' 

Do what you want, FUCK IT! 

Super Don chron' 

Do what you want, FUCK IT~! 



[Kool Keith: slowed down] 

Nigga I called this rhymin exercise 

The city think you're good, but I'ma shit in your eyes 

Wipe my ass with your face 

I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya bastard 

With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach 

That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk 

These guys comin with that bullshit 

I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the fuck up 

Close the door behind you make up your mind 

I don't wanna hear that no talk 

That cartoon shit you spit that clogged the city of New York 

Yes man, hover when you pop a cork 

With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork 

Tennis racket niggaz don't need to fuck with this rap sport 

I'm closer than you think, buttcrack in the telescope 

Get your picture off the result 

MC's better practice they shit cause I'm hella dope 



[Chorus]