Kool Keith - Stephen King lyrics

Yeah basically I’m like Stephen King
Out in this motherfucker
I wrote a lot of movies
You know I wrote OutKast
That was one of the biggest movies out
And I wrote motherfuckin’ MF DOOM
That was one of the motherfuckin’ movies
That took the time by storm
That’s all me, fuck that
And of course, you know
There’s a lot of other
Little independent motherfuckin'
Movies I wrote a long time ago, like Rawkus
They had about eighteen million motherfuckers
That sounded like me
A lot of cloned Sir Menelik
You know what I’m saying?
They fans, you know what I’m saying?
They don’t know this shit
Let’s get this shit started
Spiral dunk, with Erica take a dump
Your man on a skateboard gon’ think
My shit is German funk
Watch your baddest bitch shit a big chunk
Leave a white stripe on the
Ass like a black skunk
The kids call ‘em drunk unc’
They vocals and music sound pussy like a pump
Regional doo doo
You constipated with a Tampax
Between your boo boo
None of you can fuck with the
Pressure of leakage in your draws
Got you searchin’ for bathrooms on tours
Fuck what you did earlier
What the fuck you doin’ now?
My lyrics stain all over you
You see the spots on the cow? Grade A meat
If you got a tiger to come get it I’ll
Put a tough steak out on the street
Melt that shit around your face down
With factory heat
Backpack your shit up then back out
You can’t compete
The phantom got ‘em lookin’ like
A bitch behind the curtains, feelin’ elite
Caffeined up, these guys
They tea-sweet Cherokee, lookin’ for Bigfoot
Y’all scared to get out
Your woman took a shit in the Jeep
That’s what she get for trying to
Sit in the hot seat
Never respected a bitch sleepin’ with a
Nigga that smell like corn-cheese feet
Nasty motherfucker
Girls don’t like me ‘cause I use a rubber
Fuck you, asshole
I’m not that don’t take-a bath brother
Keep the underarms with deodorant under
Watch them black-ass tights under them jeans
That like a sundress
Watch you smell like fish
And shit this summer
Back up in the parking lot with
Barney face on the hood
The green trim on the purple hummer
Xbox built in the dash, women break out mad
I put a condom on to fuck my cash
Built up all my public announcement shit
My style is a movie flick
Like me filmin’ lactose out your tit
Abuse your confidence ’til you quit
Put some salve on that canker
Sore on your lip
Get on your computer and grab a
Washcloth for your foggy forehead
Grab that natural organic, then wipe it off
I can tell you’re a bitch with draws
With a plad tablecloth
A chipmunk with cat manure in his draws
Salmonella sweatin’ through his pores
Red carpet dickheads better respect my laws
Don’t get shit of mines twisted with yours
But get his piss in the
Dude’s face like George simple Simon catch
Your bitch wanna have an org’
But, you think you’re better than the Bible
You’re a fucking lord

Yeah caught you niggas out there sleepin’
It isn’t fuckin’ "sleepin’ time"
I’m telling you motherfuckers
I am motherfuckin’ Hip-Hop
You think of Hip-Hop, you think of fuckin’ me