KOOL KEITH - Rundown lyrics

[Kool Keith:]

You don't wanna fuck around when I strike at piss range

You know the verses I come at you, this strange

When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps

And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your ass

You can't front on me you big-head motherfucker

Bitches love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose

Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil

On a Hercules cock they robot

And score service order gas masks on my face

Fly as a German model

Camcorder with her tight-ass pussy shaved up to her asshole

Drinkin her mineral

The water, the general

John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi shit

Rappers ain't down

Got that God damn thang wastin champagne

You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-ass chain

I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge

You with boring girls buyin bottles an' shit

No time for local bastards, I'm on some international shit when I spit

You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp

I'm with a bitch in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes

You hear, you never saw

Look ten times better than Eva Longoria

Flat stomachs and apple asses

What the fuck you tellin me, you see me, yo

You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy

My luggage, I don't fuck with these puppets

X-ray my shit through the machine

Why you go to to the movies

With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top

Off her black hair

That look mean backwards motherfucker, what'chu think you mack there?

Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day

I wonder do these, cats care

I weight advances

I wait for you to take your chances

And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages

My poems increase, above averages

People hatin doin that ordinary miserable shit

Walkin around like savages

I'm intrigued by myself, fuck your bullshit statuses~!