KOOL KEITH - Dark Thought (Outro) lyrics

Kool... KEITH! Lost Masters

Part 2, you got Part 1

Part 2... yeah

[Keith randomly computerizes his voice - this may not be accurate]

I'm in danger of the tricks forever

Piss on you more, if you get better

You don't wanna fuck around with the professional work

I'ma wipe my ass tonight wit'cha white Coogi sweater

Shit inside your {?} if your limo

Push the club cheeseface nigga, put up or shut up

Mash all disease nigga, you ain't no MC nigga

Fuck up your studio time with a bullshit rhyme

Up in the limo since you was nine

Mountain climbin with dimes

Ladies know I'm simple with mines

New York bitches is too slow for me

I shit on your face on national TV

Let the public see me piss on the Hollywood sign

My construction booth stomp on these beats hard

Fuck you I work overtime, at the check cashin place

I spray your bitch ass with mace

Barfin these Wendy's hamburgers

all over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH

Whack-ass nigga all over your shoelace

Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherfuckers

I got too much bass, call me Ace

La-Da-Da-Da, nigga, nothin but Prada nigga

Play this shit in the club, we need bud!

Piss on motherfuckers in the curtain

Light a match, pour gasoline on your fuckin rug

Urinator, gators piss on the back of your denim suit

HA HA HA! You got the dog shit on the back of your heels

Fucked up position, the shoe man

Can't take care of the back of your sneaker

The maximum smell, blow your asshole out the box office

Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark

Retarded in the dark, movin shit off your tugboat with gills

You fuckin with Hennessy? I don't fuck with cocaine

I don't need the fuckin ecstasy pills

Top notch, unequal, it's hot in here

Crowded house party with eight thousand people

Urinated in the fruit punch, while y'all light and blaze blunts

Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bastards

Like Captain Crunch, champagne fuckin security put on ice

Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips

Make her pay up twice, purple trainin on precise

MTV material, platinum nigga lot of flashes

Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes

Dark corners brothers

Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers

I'm warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings nigga

You in the front seat, front row, watchin the fuckin Lakers

TV screen, overnight basketball fan

You ain't no overnight basketball man