Kool Keith - Rundown lyrics

[Kool Keith:] You don't wanna f** around when I strike at piss range You know the verses I come at you, this strange When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your a** You can't front on me you big-head motherf**er b**hes love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil On a Hercules co*k they robot And score service order gas masks on my face Fly as a German model Camcorder with her tight-a** p**y shaved up to her a**hole Drinkin her mineral The water, the general John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi sh** Rappers ain't down Got that God damn thang wastin champagne You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-a** chain I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge You with boring girls buyin bottles an' sh** No time for local ba*tards, I'm on some international sh** when I spit You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp I'm with a b**h in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes You hear, you never saw Look ten times better than Eva Longoria Flat stomachs and apple a**es What the f** you tellin me, you see me, yo You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy My luggage, I don't f** with these puppets X-ray my sh** through the machine Why you go to to the movies With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top Off her black hair That look mean backwards motherf**er, what'chu think you mack there? Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day I wonder do these, cats care I weight advances I wait for you to take your chances And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages My poems increase, above averages People hatin doin that ordinary miserable sh** Walkin around like savages I'm intrigued by myself, f** your bullsh** statuses~!