Ras Kass - Conceited Bastard lyrics
[Ras Kass - Conceited Bastard lyrics]
I'm creative with noun pro noun-ciation
The most beautifullest shit
I make-up like foundation
Now who you facing? The waterproof emcee
Ras blessed the mic faster than
Ramadan in Mach 3 get off my dick, nigga
And tell your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum
And fuck what you heard, yeah
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between
Consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I
(Drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the
Middle of the street
My middle east metaphors
Motivate religious wars
Jihad and won't apologize for my God
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
You, you are, you conceited bastard
(We still got some non-believers) So
I'mma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide receiver
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living single with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent
It's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who
Love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots
(Hell no)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the
Shit?" don't you understand? (Groupie bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remy
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perpetrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism
The evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc
When you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much dough in my pocket
I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from
The Himalyas or Jeromey-rome
This one girl tried to Billie Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga Houdini laughing
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the
Bitches to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me
The most beautifullest shit
I make-up like foundation
Now who you facing? The waterproof emcee
Ras blessed the mic faster than
Ramadan in Mach 3 get off my dick, nigga
And tell your bitch to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum
And fuck what you heard, yeah
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between
Consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I
(Drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the
Middle of the street
My middle east metaphors
Motivate religious wars
Jihad and won't apologize for my God
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
You, you are, you conceited bastard
(We still got some non-believers) So
I'mma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide receiver
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living single with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent
It's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who
Love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots
(Hell no)
I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the
Shit?" don't you understand? (Groupie bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remy
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too much perpetrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism
The evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc
When you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much dough in my pocket
I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from
The Himalyas or Jeromey-rome
This one girl tried to Billie Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga Houdini laughing
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the
Bitches to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me