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Klev - Conceited Bastard lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm creative with noun pro-noun-ciation
The most beautifullest sh**
I make-up like foundation, now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee
Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in Mach 3
Get off my dick, n***a
And tell your b**h to come here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and f** what you heard, yeah
Fa sheezy, articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (Drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jihad and won't apologize for my God
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a goalie
So stick yourself, Pretty Tony

You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)

[Verse 2]
(We still got some non-believers) So I'mma drop the bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like [phone busy signal]
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living single with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face a** n***as who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
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I rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the sh**?" don't you understand? (Groupie b**h)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Ka** fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remy


[Verse 3]
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on everything I love
Like when Lucy was f**ing Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullsh** out-run cheetahs
Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much dough in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas or Jeromey-rome
This one girl tried to Billie Jean me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that n***a Houdini {*laughing*}
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial


What, n***a, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to all the critics
You can s** the didick
Check this out for all the b**hes to the radio
Don't hate me though, you don't know me

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