Kool Keith - Tell 'Em b**h lyrics

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Kool Keith - Tell 'Em b**h lyrics

[Kool Keith] Kool Keith back up in this motherf**er You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin I'd like to tell all these motherf**ers I'd like to tell all you motherf**ers, about theyself About theyself, about what they think they are About what they think they are Motherf**ers ain't sh**, you ain't sh** f** gold and platinum and j**elry Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man Fall asleep, still piss in the bed Ask your girl n***a, I piss on your head If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually Ten grand or more a show But for five or six I'm ready to piss in your dreads Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz And everybody with they first new trendy equipment could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings Dress your b**h up like Batwoman, and sh** on her mask Dimepieces run with the boring n***az My s** life, I piss on top of your cash Your money talk, I wipe my a** up with your Cottonelle n***a Rappin against me, you ain't sh** My job is to make your doofy-a** baseball caps fit Pimple-faced ba*tard, watch who you rap with And cover your motherf**in bu*tcheeks with Chapstick I'm a grown-a** man, you can s** mine And that talk behind my back circle sh** Superstar ga**ed up n***az smokin that gla** dick My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit Bra and panties under your bu*ton up Don't come around wit'cha a** hangin out, teasin me with fake tits I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades I jerk off on anybody that think they good Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your b**h Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch About two million dollars I f**ed up Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and sh** Indoor rappin mansion-a** n***a Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you sh** I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a b**h f** the buckets and V.I.P. rooms Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-a** clique Plast fast motherf**ers standin on wooden legs Amateur n***az go down on cheap tape What you think that bullsh** gon' stick? Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERfu*kER Let you motherf**ers KNOW I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherf**in SHOW