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kool keith - release 101 (school'd) lyrics

[kool keith]
1-2! caught you motherf-ckers in the studio
you know, this ain’t julio
f-ck around, you smokin the cooty though

f-ck you n-ggas with sports shirts, you n-ggas rap the worst
i p-ss and take a sh-t on your verse
in front of your family. stick my c-ck in your nurse
you better buy the -ss, stop tryin to get the p-ssy first
cornb-lls in symphony hall, i stand proud and tall
look at your wife, the b-tch is trife, face like a grey mice
i rock the sheepskin, take a picture of me twice
suck my d-ck, congratulate me like ll and sl!ck rick
f-ck the movie fl!cks
buy your girl a jersey, some yankees tix
your phony–ss dj let the gorilla mix
whip his -ss when he come home at six
yo~! bring some girls, no c-ck and d-cks
gt your heroin, i got your fix
that’s the mansion, your favorite stars’ naked fl!cks
let you cheat like eric bonet
pull my d-ck out, f-ck halle berry and renee
most of you cats like the men, y’all look the other way
leave your girl sh-ttin on the toilet, walkin the one way
the peanut b-tter way, you hang with them p-ssy -sses
girls with deceivin looks and masks-es
i’m the type of guy to sh-t on your armani gl-sses
you know~! you buy the case by the pound
look at your motherf-ckin pie face, look at you turn round
go put on your f-ckin cap and gown
i’ll let you get on stage, i’ll watch you try to f-ckin get down
yo i’m in this motherf-ckin piece, i’m in this motherf-cker to release
you n-ggas know the sh-t, you n-ggas know who’s legit
f-ck around i’ll look at you and look at you and make you have those big t-ts
f-ck around your face full of zits
look around you can’t rap you the f-ckin pits
i hate this sh-t, you fake in this sh-t
you ain’t takin this sh-t, you ain’t doin nothin, you ain’t earthquakin this sh-t
look around, you know you cats how you sound
f-ck the sports gear, f-ck the game
f-ck the sh-t yo i put you to shame
you won’t even know your motherf-ckin name, after i finish wit’chu
i’ll end the spinach wit’chu, i’ll put innings to you
f-ck around make the game and i’ll bring the linens to you
you can’t dress for sh-t, you won’t test for sh-t, you ain’t the best for sh-t
f-ck you~!

- kool keith lyrics

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