Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt - Happy New Year lyrics
[Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt - Happy New Year lyrics]
Starring Veronica Brazil, Lisa Rio
Angel Kelly, Randy De Troit
Ron Hightower and Sean Michaels
Special guest, wearing a black mask
And no underwear, the master of domination
Kool Keith
You slept on me kid, yo, you wasn't thinkin'
I caught your style off guard
Your girl's coochie stinkin'
I got the fuel for the fire
When I burn your rectum
MC's are doo doo, they're wack
I'mma stop and check them hold your horse
I'm comin' through like a mental rhino
All you rappers' butt
You constipated on your vinyl
Not hardcore, ballerinas on your last tour
MC's get wrecked with medicate
Get their anus checked
No doubt about it, witchcraft
Y'all know I studied voodoo
MC's are tin cans
I will heat some chicken noodle
Throw down pounds and bake your
Whole damn suburban town in my building
Droppin' beans out the project window
Rapper's looking good with pink mics
'cause they pussy willow
I'm Mr ajax with spots on your ass-crack
Rappers think they sound good with
Crippled styles on gay tracks
Don't let your friends soup you up
Suck the scrotum check it y'all
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(Y'all want the sugar stick?)
I get stupid, comin' on top
You're on the way down mC's catch Amtrak
Your girl is on the Greyhound
Touchin' my ride
On the highway on to Cape Cod
Freaky red hair
Doggy style with her nipples hard
I'm drinkin' Snapple
Blowin' rectums out the rotten apple
Niggas got styles like rock, dirt
Mouth full with gravel
I got rumors for your anal tissue
Brain tumors
Funky like your buttcrack that stain
On your wife's bloomers
I don't care, droppin' heat
I like your rectum missile
Rappers get caught like women
Do without toilet tissue
Butt out cold, you're freezin' up
Watch your booty fold with mass confusion
Release from the institution
I leave like two girls kissin'
God knows it's confusin'
With no Roger funk, baboon sounds in my trunk
Animal skills that stretch here
To Oakland Hills
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(Y'all want the sugar stick?)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(The player's ball, sex convention)
Imagine you try to step, you soft
Double-wrapped fruitcake
I'mma fry ass tonight like mom
Do with shake and bake then light the Mets
Maxin' home-runs off your rectum jets
Bronx-style kid, my whole steelo
Yankee Stadium you hype and you vex
You droppin' doo doo on your Ampex
Your girl's with Kenny, New Jersey Nets
Havin' anal sex
Rappers wanna play me like guitars, ukulele
I get west-Indian kid
Yo' style's out like Pelé
Have you runnin' fast with mics
Just like off the ash i set your style up
My shield up like Farrakhan
I blow up on niggas
Like who's down cruisin' Paragon
With ski masks I wear, I pee in cracks
Soak your girl's hair
Golden showers like Russell Simmons'
Models stay for hours
Rappers with no power on the plane
Sniffin' flours
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(Y'all want the sugar stick?)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr!
(Y'all want the sugar stick?)