Kool Keith - King Service lyrics
[Kool Keith - King Service lyrics]
Yeah, Nigeria the African government
Sudan or some different shit
I'm geared towards the big dominant game
The shit I flip it baseline muscle
Turn inside the fuckin' dunk over
Nenad Krstić, ya seven foot center
Saw my nuts in his face, oh shit
The crowd missed it
Now The Nets gotta regroup
And call a time-out
I'm fuel-exhausted from the stomach up
I shit a rhyme out
Cobra on top of my hat spit a rhyme out
The golden mummies make a statement
Ya chick piss on the couch
The Nigerian queens feed the king
Time is cereal
That's some shit that you won't even
Get close to ya fuckin' mouth
Golden dogs walk around the fuckin' house
With navigation connected to
Your bitch eyebrows
The stars crystal off my pubic hair
While you face the throne
18 million for the princess Diana's chair
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere
I piss on your toenails
Paint ya feet all black
You ain't no official fuckin' mack
Skinny legs on your ass stand
Up weak from cocaine
What's that green fungus growin'
From your bitch cum in my face with pinkeye
You think magazines tell you the truth?
Look at your face surgery
It's a goddamn shame
Now they got you with a little bony ass
With furry Ugg boots, and celebrity sleuth
The pop sensation let you wipe my ass
For me at the radio station
Your bitch know I got good sense
Walkin' up to the Chinese restaurant
With the cobra hat you see where the man is
You fuckin' know where the cobra's at
Your bitch got bed lice from dirty hotels
She move with the clap
Ya'll wanna find the prince
You better get that fuckin' Africa map
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere
Now watch me walk the camel on
Top of your fuckin' head
The Arabs trade me oil, and make deals
Horses run at you at in desert
A hundred degrees i don't need wheels
You motherfuckers in America fight for skills
And top ranked monkeys
They top ranked flunkies
With no pyramid status
These peasants and shit'stains
They keep comin' at us
The lord abracadabra, shit talker
Al Jazeera bragger
Get out my face with a cheap-ass phone camera
And practice your goddamn grammar
You can't spell for shit
You can't talk and tell for shit
Now you wanna turn around and talk
With shit on your lips
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere
Sudan or some different shit
I'm geared towards the big dominant game
The shit I flip it baseline muscle
Turn inside the fuckin' dunk over
Nenad Krstić, ya seven foot center
Saw my nuts in his face, oh shit
The crowd missed it
Now The Nets gotta regroup
And call a time-out
I'm fuel-exhausted from the stomach up
I shit a rhyme out
Cobra on top of my hat spit a rhyme out
The golden mummies make a statement
Ya chick piss on the couch
The Nigerian queens feed the king
Time is cereal
That's some shit that you won't even
Get close to ya fuckin' mouth
Golden dogs walk around the fuckin' house
With navigation connected to
Your bitch eyebrows
The stars crystal off my pubic hair
While you face the throne
18 million for the princess Diana's chair
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere
I piss on your toenails
Paint ya feet all black
You ain't no official fuckin' mack
Skinny legs on your ass stand
Up weak from cocaine
What's that green fungus growin'
From your bitch cum in my face with pinkeye
You think magazines tell you the truth?
Look at your face surgery
It's a goddamn shame
Now they got you with a little bony ass
With furry Ugg boots, and celebrity sleuth
The pop sensation let you wipe my ass
For me at the radio station
Your bitch know I got good sense
Walkin' up to the Chinese restaurant
With the cobra hat you see where the man is
You fuckin' know where the cobra's at
Your bitch got bed lice from dirty hotels
She move with the clap
Ya'll wanna find the prince
You better get that fuckin' Africa map
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere
Now watch me walk the camel on
Top of your fuckin' head
The Arabs trade me oil, and make deals
Horses run at you at in desert
A hundred degrees i don't need wheels
You motherfuckers in America fight for skills
And top ranked monkeys
They top ranked flunkies
With no pyramid status
These peasants and shit'stains
They keep comin' at us
The lord abracadabra, shit talker
Al Jazeera bragger
Get out my face with a cheap-ass phone camera
And practice your goddamn grammar
You can't spell for shit
You can't talk and tell for shit
Now you wanna turn around and talk
With shit on your lips
Somalia, Egypt, somewhere