Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt - Black Sheriff lyrics

Yeah, Kool Keith live, 1998
New York City all the way out to California
Showin' the mechanics,  yeah 
(Okay, you think I'm jokin'?)

I catch your crew outthink
You sleepin', kid, on toilet-seats
Bring the ruckus
I vomit throwup on your beats
Ironically you stand with my urination liquid
Chicken-faced at Popeye's
You bums want my biscuit
Feel free to MC, you lose - lick my pee
Drink my nuts like Barbie dolls
Leave my sperm on bust that's worth a dookie
Yo big head, I'm comin' spooky
Rubbin' yo' hot-wings with
Grease, south, west, and east
Country folks, my penis grows
Swing like Michael Dokes
X ray vision, foreskin, taste my circumcision
Y'all know I don't play, I watch a ukelele
I jam like dad in your cracks
You bound to get your wedgie
Open your back up
Let styles penetrate up in you
You won't rap for long with anal burns
Can't continue
Coughin' your face up, your girl's here
I can replace her put on my mask, Ka-BOOM
And laser-beam that ass
Operation-socket, you robots
You doo doo lock it
Programmed by machines - yo'
Rectum full of Vaseline shame on you
Your gonorrhea can't stop the voodoo
Y'all prepared for rubber toys
For your atmosphere?
Suck it for real (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)
I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)

Turn the fan on, I smell feet
You rap thinkin'
Caught your girlfriend in the midsection
Her pubic hair stinkin'
You know my program, the Fleetwood
The purple Brougham
Mac daddy riches puttin' contracts
On all you snitches
Like danger your coffin's ready
Smoke 100 cents fight off your hemorroids
You wind up takin' steroids
Got you worried 'bout crackheads I
Paid to pull the pistol
You get caught naked
Wrapped in some Scotty-tissue
With 8 mics I shove my balls
In the sauce as you
That's with the herb and the
Local groups I keep servin'
Bustin' yo puss out and
Panties like I'm penicillin boy, in cycle
With three texts the feds know I'm illin'
Cuttin' your roots out for captain hats
Major-clout i be trippin', blaw-blaw
Catchin' rappers slippin'
Burnin' Ku Klux Klan rags and ride on mags
Marchin' with fire
To make your anus cross retire
With black sheets, my face covered
I torch the streets
Walk through your projects with cheese out
Demand your checks
Section 8 will demonstrate why you ovulate
I masturbate and jerk off and
Aim my gun straight
On plastic kneecaps I blow my
Mucus on your raps
(Take it how you want it, gorilla)

I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)
I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)

See the scenery, my testicles out, machinery
Find a rapper that's out with tampons
You think is bad as me
Suck my noodle, your pork-wrench
The rap style is doo doo
Hamster feed, no medicine
Your group is bird seed
That's in my pension
Your wife will lose her hair extensions
Jump out the barber shop with high
Heels and lick my cock
Eat out my pelvis with white
Collars dressed like Elvis
Bigger than Hootie, I amputate the blowfish
Blonde headed pale girls
Knock-kneed can't dance to this
I pee in my laundry and lobbys
And leave the room sloppy
We use rubbers and condoms -
The covers smell like tires
You can't hide them flat butts
And bums like Mariah
I pull the skin off your
Skull and add the medication
You get Vics cough drops -
Your face is on vacation
That's word I'm movin'
Your whack style is not improvin'
(Not improvin', yeah)

I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)
I'm the mayor of the east
Black sheriff of the west
Step up with drama
You bound to get your face test
Bald headed wigs and weaves
Sport your wooden vest
(Throw a gun in yo' face)

(I'm bound to slip and throw a gun
In yo' face you think I'm jokin'?)