[Intro: Tamika Jones]

Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep It Real' Magazine, and I'm about to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of one of the most underrated rap groups of all time, the Ultramagnetic MCs. First, Kool Keith, why in your songs do you always refer to the words 'anal' and 'rectum'? And why do you always use the words 'doo-doo' and 'pee-pee'?

[Kool Keith]

Because that's what the whole fucking rap industry is. Besides, I have other words: gorilla, parakeet, giraffe and also monkey

[Verse 1: Kool Keith]

As I strike in your area, shut down, close your shops

Your crew got high blood pressure, you still bite on pork chops

Your style is greasy, so what? Your hair is nappy, peasy

I wet your brain and tie your penis to the 2 train

Drag you down the tracks, spray paint like artifacts

With the rest of your crew, tied and smeared with dog doo-doo

You know my trash bags are packed, lick my nutsacks

Emcees are still wack, on the new smell like mildew

Gimmicks is your plan, strategy is stop your marketing

When you rhyme the mic steps from the socket and

You could never be classic, your rappin' skill's plastic

All that hard and mean look'll get your ass kicked

Pistol whopped like a bitch, get smacks by your pimp

Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother

Keep that mop down, just like your album sound

You flopped, no niggas bound to make my head bop

So save that cartoon shit for Saturday

Everything is booty, between your legs you sport a cootie

Don't fuck with me

[Interlude: Tamika Jones]

Holy anal catastrophe Kool Keith, that's fucking amazing! But I think your fans would want to know how you'll accomplish this. Can you explain this to me?

[Verse 2: Kool Keith]

With the A1 6600 phone detector

Y'all can't tap my shit, eavesdropping in the projects

Missiles dropped, your narrow hard times stories flop

I'll throw grenades and blow your rectum out your fucking block

Hush town, your staircase becomes a mental town

Cover your peephole, wires reach bombs in your window

Your elevator stopped, your bubblegum sitting below

I thought so, your verbal shit wasn't fucking pro

Go flush your toilet, crack the bowl, see the fucking bomb

Three seconds flat your fucking chest splatters in your palm

Iranian arab with muslim veils on my face

Skeleton bones, I stash bazookas in the chicken place

My helmet's from Haiti, infrared's at my house

Uptown Bronx with cheese traps for you fucking mouse

Federal tax bullshit, I light your real estate

Royalties stopped, your asshole's tied to a milk crate

Suck my nuts with dual tube night vision goggles

Biological agents blew Waco, Texas

Dynamite's packed in trunks, alarms on your Lexus

Suck my dick for real, my .44 mag is steel

I'll catch you out there, your crew'll have grey hair

[Outro]

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