[Kool Keith]

There's more whack shit than a little bit

Motherfuckin football players tryin to rhyme

Basketball niggas, fuck the rap game, don't waste your time

Stay off the court, get off the fuckin football field

My rap shit is real

ABC News got you gassed up

Fucked up from the mouth up

Put your assets, Bentleys and houses

Take off your jerseys, grab the mics

Shut the fuck up, flow for flow

Show for show, bitch go for go

Them everyday motherfuckers you listen to

Won't help you when motherfuckers rippin you

From asscrack to ankles, when I'm dissin you

Hold the toilet bowl I'm pissin too

Make your white Persia rugs turn yellow, HELLOOOOOOO~!

You fucked up with a commercial-ass nigga, soft as Jello

You motherfuckers head back to jazz, somethin more mellow

Shit on your telephones and change your zip code zones

Reptile alien motherfuckers

Gorillas comin toward me, I shit on you clones

And defecate twice in your ice cream cones

Let a Mexican tell you, "Why did you try to embarass yourself

And rap against, Kool Keith homes?"

Take your basketballs and stick it up your ass

Take your footballs and stick it up yo' ass

I'll battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class

Give your whack-ass friends an enema

Your girlfriends witness my shit, with a buddy pass

I concentrate, break down motherfuckers fast

G-string niggas, cover your ass, dumb-ass bitches be quiet

"My boyfriend's all that! He's 245 pounds worth of muscle

He can rap fast," happy new year BITCH, kiss my ASS

You know the kid, I'm Bill BLASS

Fuck around, you ride the GAS

All you motherfuckers comin out here for the awards 'n shit

Fucking go back home