[Kool Keith]
This for all you motherf**ers bitin my space sh**
Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter
[K] Yeah! Throwin the monkey-f**in-wrench in the business
[K] Yeah; all that trendy sh** out there
[T] That old fake sh**
[K] So regular
[T] That common sh**
[K] sh** that stink
[T] Word up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this, haha
[T] This is how we do
[K] Yeah
[T] Every, every day all day, haha
[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak
n***as be talkin like they hard, they f**in a**crack
[Tim] These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith
I shoulda took a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW!
[Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin sh**
With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin sh**
[Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it's fog
Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
[Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss
When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum
[Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture
[Kool Keith]
Take out your whole backpiece, blow your f**in spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back
I'm up close like acne pimples in your a** crack
Atomic workout, strategy for f**in jerks
Your album's bu*thole, overused with inserts
Still light up sh** point blank like f**in fireworks
n***as get busted cause half fights(?) for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how your sh** sound?
I'm not followin motherf**ers..
[Hook: Tim Dog + Kool Keith]
n***as on some Ultra sh**, n***as on some Ultra sh**
How many n***as is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)
n***as on some Ultra sh**, n***as on some Ultra sh**
n***as on some Ultra sh** .. (Get off the dick!)
n***as on some Ultra sh**, n***as on some Ultra sh**
How many n***as is on our dick? (Get off the dick!)
n***as on some Ultra sh**, n***as on some Ultra sh**
[Hook last line #1]
(Get off the dick!) n***as on some Ultra sh** (For life)
[Tim Dog]
God damn it's a brand new year
Comin back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps
Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's like that
You want your mic back; b**h you're gonna have to fight back
Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and
n***as f**in with D-O-G, is like McNeely f**in with Mike Tyson
I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me ginsu
n***as get me amped, watch me get mental
Perplexed I project my lyrical context
Bust nuts in rappers an*s cause it's better than s**
Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. Cool J
I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a scholar
n***as sh** is so wack I wouldn't pay a f**in dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) f** it
[Hook]
[Hook last line #2]
n***as on some Ultra sh** (Get off the dick!)
[Kool Keith]
Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're bu*tnaked standin on the street
Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole
n***as get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler
No soft samples, corny loops, f** fiddler!
n***as get carried away with basic sh**, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits
Ex-lax reveal your steelo's got the sh**s
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, f**in catch the bus
n***as already been through sad stories; f** y'all Gus
Yeah I don't give a f** about the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a f**
Cal(?)DeJade I don't give a f**, any snare, whatever
Distinctive loop, f** it all
Motherf**ers can go search downtown
And find all these records if you want; I don't give a f**!