[Intro]
Yeah! This goes out to all you fake-a** motherf**ers
Doin your bullsh**-a** parties (yeah, we in here)
You motherf**ers are fake, you look like it
We know you look like it
Look at your f**in familiar face
The nine can't f** with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Casanova)
Latex on my dick, {?} on my wrists (on my wristssss)
Can't f** with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Gun Hill Road)
Latex on my dick, {?} on my wrists
Can't f** with this, Hot 97 smell like piss (Newark, New Jersey)
Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss
[Kool Keith]
Hypin up n***as too much, bullsh**'s goin down
I don't give a f** about Howston Street
That's where they s**in dicks all day, n***as meet
Play what you told to play, Flavmaster-a** n***a
You can't even cut straight, a DJ fast n***a
Y'all n***as is monkeys with cups!
With that bullsh** playlist, Arbitron even say you su*k
Billboard hate you; you corny motherf**ers are fake too
Wit'cha robot format, stick a bomb on your a**crack
Who sponsor you motherf**ers, Speed stick deodorant
You motherf**ers yeah - you owe the rent
Get rid of your staff they make me laugh with that local-a** sh**
Y'all play all day talkin sh**
And sittin on the toilet even Clear Channel's mad
All y'all do is flush toilets and sh** all day
Report some ol' bullsh** to BDS, like y'all the best
Trans**uals, walkin up there with a f**in dress
Even Wendy Williams say you motherf**ers be up in girdles and bras
Gettin they f**in nails pressed
[Chorus]
Hot 97 smell like piss
Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss
Can't f** with this, Hot 97 smell like piss
Latex on my dick, {?} on my wristssss
[Marc Live]
f** if we ready it's war on the station
Taliban, car bomb the whole f**in place in
Duct tape, the receptionist, boxcut up, the security
Gun down the P.D.; hold Angie Mar'
I strip her naked tie the b**h to the front of the door
I kick her face in; tie dynamite, to her nipples
I put a dil*o in her mouth and if she moves flip the switch dude
It's doom, aiyyo the end of an era
Backstabbin ba*tards, no-talent a**es
Angie got a ba*tard child by Nokio (f*ggot)
That has-been groupie b**h shoulda f**in known
Flex is a fruitcake n***a, fat f*ggot
Transvestite lover on Hunt's Point every night
Do a show with RuPaul, troublemaker, softest n***a
In the city, guys cum on his f**in titty
The worst DJ on KISS, you owe Chuck Chillout b**h
You got nerve to act large trick
You duck and hide, too many n***as gettin shot outside (Game)
You gon' learn when that car show gets interrupted
A news break, they drove a Navi through your f**in gate
[Chorus]
[Kool Keith]
The type of n***as y'all f** with little kids havin incest
A couple of years ago y'all was the first critics with that bullsh**
Talkin about down South was weak, y'all was dissin Mannie Fresh
Only when Snoop come to town, y'all play his sh**
Actin like y'all supportin the West; lyin-a** n***as
Frank Crock' tryin-a** n***as
Slick s**in dick-a** n***as
Nuts when they get into town; I was listenin to Master P and sh**
When you motherf**ers was hatin 'em
Now all of a sudden Lil Jon is hot, and blew up
Now you gon' stand in the music b**h and act CRUNK
Now you tryin to get DOWN, late-a** n***a
I hate a fake-a** n***a, strawberry shake-a** n***a