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kool keith - tell 'em bitch lyrics

[kool keith]
kool keith back up in this motherf-cker
you know what i’m sayin, you know what i’m sayin
i’d like to tell all these motherf-ckers
i’d like to tell all you motherf-ckers, about theyself
about theyself, about what they think they are
about what they think they are
motherf-ckers ain’t sh-t, you ain’t sh-t

f-ck gold and platinum and jewelry
diamonds glistenin red, i’m still the overgrown boy freak man
fall asleep, still p-ss in the bed
ask your girl n-gg-, i p-ss on your head
if you’re neo and unfunky, i’m guaranteed usually
ten grand or more a show
but for five or six i’m ready to p-ss in your dreads
who’s ready to handle the confunction, jazz
and everybody with they first new trendy equipment
could press the keys, and kiss my -ss
no prestigious toilets and golden bathroom tr-mm-ngs
dress your b-tch up like batwoman, and sh-t on her mask
dimepieces run with the boring n-gg-z
my s-x life, i p-ss on top of your cash
your money talk, i wipe my -ss up with your cottonelle n-gg-
rappin against me, you ain’t sh-t
my job is to make your doofy–ss baseball caps fit
pimple-faced b-st-rd, watch who you rap with
and cover your motherf-ckin b-ttcheeks with chapstick
i’m a grown–ss man, you can suck mine
and that talk behind my back circle sh-t
superstar g-ssed up n-gg-z smokin that gl-ss d-ck
my first name is microphone, i call you last to spit
bra and panties under your b-tton up
don’t come around wit’cha -ss hangin out, teasin me with fake t-ts
i’m the celebrity destroyer, i defecate on your shoulderblades
i jerk off on anybody that think they good
grab the subway train, and drop t-rds on your b-tch
hit philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with mitch
about two million dollars i f-cked up
hotel suites, pave rings and girls and sh-t
indoor rappin mansion–ss n-gg-
come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you sh-t
i don’t care, i enjoy myself you scared son of a b-tch
f-ck the buckets and v.i.p. rooms
posin with one moet bottle, and a big–ss clique
plast fast motherf-ckers standin on wooden legs
amateur n-gg-z go down on cheap tape
what you think that bullsh-t gon’ stick?
kool keith, signin off this motherf-cker
let you motherf-ckers know
i tell you straight, i’ll come to your motherf-ckin show

- kool keith lyrics

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