Kool Keith - What You Doing lyrics
[Kool Keith - What You Doing lyrics]
Bench press nine tons bench press
23 seconds of porno movie dialogue
See when I come and rap
They can't sit no more girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more
Constipated backed up
The underground ain't shit no more
A bunch of cocksuckers
Whack backpack motherfuckers
With no solid balls behind the music
Them bullshit
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid fucker
Suck a transexual dick with
Your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your bitch sit proud, with two seats
With spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap bastard
What you got to give besides
An e mail address underground bounty hunter
Piss on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive
Kickoff purple rainjacket
8, 000 yard a day runner
Yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is fucked up by a
Psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet
With a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away motherfucker change my
Voice up screwed
Keith lowers his voice even further
- really hard to understand
So you download me schemin, dreamin
Cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes niggas
I shit off communication while
Y'all buy merchandise and join fan clubs
Drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these niggas I stay
Away from crumb shitters
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal
In a media trap your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery
Pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary nigga
That's the same shit you bummin
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still
Fascinated by your whack-ass, glitter
Corn heart doin samples
That tell motherfuckers
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
Porno movie dialogue to end
23 seconds of porno movie dialogue
See when I come and rap
They can't sit no more girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more
Constipated backed up
The underground ain't shit no more
A bunch of cocksuckers
Whack backpack motherfuckers
With no solid balls behind the music
Them bullshit
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid fucker
Suck a transexual dick with
Your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your bitch sit proud, with two seats
With spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap bastard
What you got to give besides
An e mail address underground bounty hunter
Piss on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive
Kickoff purple rainjacket
8, 000 yard a day runner
Yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is fucked up by a
Psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet
With a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away motherfucker change my
Voice up screwed
Keith lowers his voice even further
- really hard to understand
So you download me schemin, dreamin
Cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes niggas
I shit off communication while
Y'all buy merchandise and join fan clubs
Drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these niggas I stay
Away from crumb shitters
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal
In a media trap your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery
Pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary nigga
That's the same shit you bummin
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still
Fascinated by your whack-ass, glitter
Corn heart doin samples
That tell motherfuckers
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer
Porno movie dialogue to end