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ras kass - conceited bastard lyrics

verse 1:

i created verb-noun ??? (the most beautifullest sh-t)
i make up like foundation, now who you facing?
the waterproof emcee,
ras blessed the mic faster than ramadan in mach 3
get off my d-ck, n-gg-
and tell your b-tch to come here
and stick your d-ck in your eardrum and f-ck what you heard (yeah)
fa sheezy, articulate drama
multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
i like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
whippin’ a bmw 540-i (drunk driving miss daisy)
devil in a blue dress packing heat
while i’m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
my middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
get it popping like felicia and amhad rashad
keep my game face on like a goalie
so stick yourself, pretty tony

chorus:
you, you are, you conceited b-st-rd (8x)

verse 2:

(we still got some non-believers) so i’ma drop the bomb
like the one-armed wide reciever
see we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)
criminally insana, my brain do the macarena
attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
wouldn’t swallow my tongue at a seizure
speak my mind at my leisure
living singe with more hoes than khadijah
and when i’m bent, it’s the circus without a tent
clowning all baby-face -ss n-gg-s who love hoes and pay rent
give a chicken six cents for gucci boots (h-ll no!)
i rather mop the floor at a peep show
what part of “i’m the sh-t?” don’t you understand? (gooby b-tch)
your favorite rapper is a ras k-ss fan
so, how many dyk-s do i flip on the daily?
many money, just give me plenty henny remmy

chorus: 8x again

verse 3:

(well, that’s true) d-mn, skippy
i put that on everything i love
like when lucy was f-cking ricky
got more stripes than adidas
i’m cavy like fish fetus
see money snit and bullsh-t out-run cheetahs
too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
indo got you believing what your pen do
faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
with a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
my man, understand, i got connections
so much doe in my pocket, i give my girl a yeast infection
i’m big-headed like babies with down syndrome
is you a playa from the himalyas with jerome-rome
this one girl tried to billy jean me
but i was wearing two rubbers
so name that n-gg-, whodini (laughing)
controversal reversal, this is my planet
you just a reebok commercial

chorus

what, n-gg-, check, check, yeah
uh, huh, yeah, yeah
this goes out to all the critics
you can suck the did-ck
check this out for all the b-tches to the radio
don’t hate me though, you don’t know me

- ras kass lyrics

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