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[Kool Keith]
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I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck
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Cruising around like I'm Johnny Espisito
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Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito
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Looking around for that kid who robbed Joey, oh he
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Catch another rapper rhyme slowly
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In the back of your head feel the calico M-O
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You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital
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He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle
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He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road
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A human body buried monkey plus a little toad
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Scared federal bereau, fuck investigation
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No phones, no beeps, fuck communication
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I like ice cream kids, I like Carvelle
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I read comics and books, yeah Marvel
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You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement
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Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went?
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I walk quiet at night, through the projects
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Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo!
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I got a gift for you, to fuck Santa Claus
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Open your door, face the Cenobites light
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I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser
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(Who could I be?)
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[Bobbito]
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Bobbito and yes I got the props
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Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock
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My style's En Vouge, you're never gonna get it
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Phonetic, kenetic, energetic flows your ears in a tournaquet
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Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be
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Unsightly, or slightly greusome
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Some groups are done, some groups run
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Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun
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Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum
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I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic school
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Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy
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She saw me bust a nut it was flattery
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Now I recharge my battery
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Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing
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Sets me when I'm boning
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Shit, people asks me who writes for me
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I write my own shit from finish to start
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Diminish the heart, I eat a kinish and then I fart
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A traskit, a triscit, a golden-eared biscuit
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Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicked it
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Nervous, served this, never even heard this
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Leave a hearse wordless, because I just served this
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Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow
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My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello
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[Godfather Don]
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It's kind of pertinant that the venom I send 'em
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Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my shit is funkier than
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Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure
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I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that
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One word you heard no other say
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And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs
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Of larvae, insects to dissect from the ribcage
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To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make
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You shake and so when I hold a microphone steady
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*sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready
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To go on the collision course and send it
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When I mental with light jeans don't read names
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I'm illiterate, consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked
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Then shredded, so say "cheese" when you pictured yourself imbedded
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Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes
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Like mace, terrible, I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through
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Varying the methods and shit, I never do
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I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido
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For the girls who need-o eight inches of tounge to eat-o, hey
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Kind of neato, so check it out
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Peace, hollito
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