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kool keith - king service lyrics

[intro]
yeah, nigeria
the african government
sudan
or some different sh-t

[verse 1]
i’m geared towards the big dominant game
the sh-t i flip it
b-ssline muscle
turn inside the f-ckin’ dunk over
nenad krstić, ya seven foot sinner
saw my nuts in his face, oh sh-t
the crowd missed it
now the nets gotta regroup and call a time-out
i’m fuel-exhausted from the stomach up
i sh-t a rhyme out
cobra on top of my hat spit a rhyme out
the golden mummies make a statement
ya chick p-ss on the couch
the nigerian queens feed the king
time is cereal
that’s some sh-t that you won’t even get close to ya f-ckin’ mouth
golden dogs walk around the f-ckin’ house
with navigation connected to your b-tch eyebrows
the stars crystal off my pubic hair
while you face the throne
18 million for the princess diana’s chair

[hook]
somalia, egypt, somewhere (x3)

[verse 2]
i p-ss on your toenails, paint ya feet all black
you ain’t no official f-ckin’ mack
skinny legs on your -ss stand up weak from cocaine
what’s that green fungus growin’ from your b-tch
c-m in my face with pinkeye
you think magazines tell you the truth?
look at your face surgery, it’s a godd-mn shame
now they got you with a little bony -ss
with very ugg boots, and celebrity sleuth
the pop sensation let you wipe my -ss for me at the radio station
your b-tch know i got good sense
walkin’ up to the chinese restaurant with the cobra hat
you see where the man is, you f-ckin’ know where the cobra’s at
your b-tch got bed lice from dirty hotels
she move with the clap
ya’ll wanna find the prince, you better get that f-ckin’ africa map

[hook]
somalia, egypt, somewhere (x3)

[verse 3]
now watch me walk the camel on top of your f-ckin’ head
the arabs trade me oil, and make deals
horses run at you at in desert, a hundred degrees
i don’t need wheels, you motherf-ckers in america fight for sk!lls
and top-ranked monkeys, they top-ranked flunkies
with no pyramid status
these peasants and sh-tstains, they keep comin’ at us
the lord abracadabra, sh-t-talker, al jazeera bragger
get out my face with a cheap–ss phone camera
and practice your godd-mn grammar
you can’t spell for sh-t, you can’t talk and tell for sh-t
now you wanna turn around and talk with sh-t on your lips

[hook]
somalia, egypt, somewhere (x3)

- kool keith lyrics

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