"Smack my bitch up" scratched in the back ground



Kool Keith:

Ced all of 'em ain't like that

But you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN!



Ced Gee:

Yo I know what you mean, but uhh

Yo just like further your rap a little



Kool Keith:

Aw fuck it, I'm like Steve the wildman

Fuck the bitch that has no style man

I'm mega pimp, the biggest pimp in New York

Everywhere I go you follow wherever I walk

On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice

To show her my mansion, my custom Rolls Royce

I'm large, so let me call up the president

Or Micheal Jackson, or Frank Sinatra

with 200 hundred million dollars, baby I got'cha

A hotdog, now take a coke and a frank

And if you think I'm a fool, what the fuck do you think

That you thought like Nellie, with her big belly

Walkin around smellin pissy and smelly

Givin it all you got, tryin to work and jerk

Flirt berzerk, you ain't fly

Because a fly has wings, and I'll swat 'em

Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice

To step to the next man

You got that problem from your Ex-man

Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob

I'm not a scrambler, I pickpocket a theif

I just max at hunts point, and clock on the East

Smack my bitch up!



 "Smack My Bitch Up" scratched in back ground 



See that's all you have to do Ced

That's all you got to do, I'm tellin you, WORD



Ced Gee:

So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what your talkin about Keith

I think I do, but uhh, bust this

And sum it up with just one verse, so you can hear this Ultramore

Just listen, listen(I'm listening)



So if a bitch try to play me like a dum dum

All she'll get is a face full of cum cum

cum cum sticky, wet and drippy

A face full of hickies, she'll never kiss me

Cause when you try to jerk me you lose

I haven't got time for that so I choose

To get a quick nut, wearin a jimmy hat

Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a Mega mack

Gamma pimpin, to bitches that haven't got

Know how to live when you treat 'em right from the start

So bust this, trust this, justice

If the bitche ain't shit you must get

even like me, cut her off or train 'em right

If you can choose, you must whip her every night

All jokes aside, Ced Gee I'm not havin this

Got no time for games, I'd rather get

Money and money and than more money

Ced Gee ain't no dummy, and you'll never run me

I'ma shoot the gift, cut the riff

A girl ain't legit.... I'ma smack the bitch



"Smack My Bitch Up" scratched in background



Kool Keith:

Yeah, that's what you had to do, that's all you had to do man

That'll relieve a lot of the problem

You had to smack the bitch



Ced Gee:

(Laughing)Yo baby, youse a sick brother

That's how I feel, but you know what?

Just smackin a bitch up, y'know what?

Why don't you tell me some more about this?



Kool Keith:

Now let me see now, how much I got in my stash

1 million, 20 million, 30 million, 40 million

Hmm, I'll never marry an ass, fuck it

Let's take a ride on a cruise

Go out to Puerto Rico and drink some booze

Divorcee, freaky dominant chocha

With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya

I'm chillin, like a motherfuckin mack and

Furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packin

Swass and large, I'm comin so gigantic

Sailin across, steppin down the Atlantic

I'm mega pimp pushing hoes like records

Up and down, side to side, North and South

East and West, comin out fresh, like oxygen

Now see who rocks again

Time and time I gotta circle the blocks again

Pick up the bitch with the heavier cash flow

Stop and go, keep my bank and my stash low

Rhymes to move on, flowin to Hollywood

Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could

Pull up in 8 cars, atruck and a bus

"you must be crazy man" (Hey, you fuckin with us?)

Goin mega pimp, hangin out with the government

Payin my taxes, and thinkin intelligent

For the upscale, 20 billion a day

Smack my bitch up



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(Ced and Keith conversate in the background to low to hear till end)