KutMasta Kurt - Live lyrics

South Bronx, New York (evil laughter) Chorus: x3 Is it live, live, live, live, live (evil laughter) Verse one: I heard your CD is wack wasn't f**ing impressed Who's the n***a with the big mouth I live your a** ?erect? and bit off with a lion's mouth Your hypeman sound like a b**h that switch Y'all n***as need to be around when my dick itch Yo TNT these n***as acting wild like they h*mo But they trying to see me f** it I'm a pull up in a Ford van Let these n***as know I'm a give em a permanent suntan Walk in your studio session Damage your crew in the vocal booth with a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson Dr. Doom on your intercom pressing your girl all night with a f**ing Bomb I'm a move the tattoos off all these MCs Let me make a sandwich first with government cheese Uncle Black got a new sawed-off When them booty kids show up we gone blast they a** off n***as be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust I'm a send Tony Lou with a bazooka blow smoke in they tour bus In a yellow Caprice Cla**ic I got a wig on them city boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding family We ?roll and amp? G The f** y'all talking about I'm moving a different route Grab the carbines from under the couch See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney Island I'm not gon' be smiling Magnum waiting for your a** Yall gon' see my face, f** a mask (evil laughter) Chorus: x4 Verse two: Smearing your mailbox With peanut bu*ter and jelly with pickles from the deli Black shoe polish on your gla** table I'm ready and able Going on the roof When the pay-per-view fight come on click off the cable Hara** you to move Leaving ?poisoned rat cole slaw? around your toilet stool While you scream f** you I'm a cross the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee break back in the house Giving your Chihuahuas Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker State Leaving the front room Dropping bombs on your fur coat with a box, ka-boom Watching the Mets putting sh** on your TV sets In the shower You won't be able to watch a program with remote controls For seventy hours check out your sore ribs The screen is gritty Everybody's starting to look green on Rap City Take your receipt, give your wallet with nine hundred bucks To a retarded kid in a wheel-chair Coming up the street Walking up the main avenue I'm pa**ing you With a leather coat that looks similar to yours f** you You looking at me I'm a start walking behind you Act like I'm pantomiming you Talking to police men Chewing a arm And joined by a black and white squad car With binoculars watching you very far (What's up motherf**ers) (evil laughter) Chorus: x4 Is it live, live, live, live, live