Kool Keith - Can't f** With This lyrics

(feat. Marc Live) [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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az 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***az Frank Crock' tryin-a** n***az Slick s**in dick-a** n***az 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