[Kool Keith: slowed down]
The Commi$$ioner
The motherf**in Commi$$ioner
Again~!
I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant
With rat turds on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf
n***az like y'all scared of the dark, I told you
You won't close the door and grab a roll of sh** by yourself
And blaze your a**hole with two logs of fire
When you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches
Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up
On your a** like a horse you felt this
Like the bump over your eye become a cyst
Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck
Watch on they arm is on my sh**list
I send a gorilla to put his co*k up your a**
You don't forget this
Your favorite top MC carry my dick when I piss
It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris
The public, the lesbians got to kiss
[Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets]
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, f** it
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, fu*k IT!
Super Don chron'
Do what you want, fu*k IT~!
[Kool Keith: slowed down]
n***a I called this rhymin exercise
The city think you're good, but I'ma sh** in your eyes
Wipe my a** with your face
I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya ba*tard
With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach
That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk
These guys comin with that bullsh**
I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the f** up
Close the door behind you make up your mind
I don't wanna hear that no talk
That cartoon sh** you spit that clogged the city of New York
Yes man, hover when you pop a cork
With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork
Tennis racket n***az don't need to f** with this rap sport
I'm closer than you think, bu*tcrack in the telescope
Get your picture off the result
MC's better practice they sh** cause I'm hella dope
[Chorus]