Ultra - Get off the Dick lyrics

[Kool Keith] This for all you motherf**ers bitin my space sh** Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter [K] Yeah! Throwin the monkey-f**in-wrench in the business [K] Yeah; all that trendy sh** out there [T] That old fake sh** [K] So regular [T] That common sh** [K] sh** that stink [T] Word up [K] Do this! [T] Like you knew this, haha [T] This is how we do [K] Yeah [T] Every, every day all day, haha [Keith] All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak n***az be talkin like they hard, they f**in a**crack [Tim] These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith I shoulda take a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW! [Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin sh** With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin sh** [Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it's fog Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog [Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum [Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture [Kool Keith] Take out your whole backpiece, blow your f**in spectrum Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back I'm up close like acne pimples in your a** crack Atomic workout, strategy for f**in jerks Your album's bu*thole, overused with inserts Still light up sh** point blank like f**in fireworks n***az get busted cause half fights(?) for Greyhound Penalties are deadly for quality, how your sh** sound? I'm not followin motherf**ers. [Chorus: Tim Dog + Kool Keith] n***az on some Ultra sh**, n***az on some Ultra sh** How many n***az is on our dick? (Get off the dick!) n***az on some Ultra sh**, n***az on some Ultra sh** n***az on some Ultra sh** . (Get off the dick!) n***az on some Ultra sh**, n***az on some Ultra sh** How many n***az is on our dick? (Get off the dick!) n***az on some Ultra sh**, n***az on some Ultra sh** [Chorus last line #1] (Get off the dick!) n***az on some Ultra sh** (For life) [Tim Dog] God damn it's a brand new year Comin back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's like that You want your mic back; b**h you're gonna have to fight back Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and n***az f**in with D-O-G, is like McNeely f**in with Mike Tyson I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me ginsu n***az get me amped, watch me get mental Perplexed I project my lyrical context Bust nuts in rappers an*s cause it's better than s** Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. Cool J I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a scholar n***az sh** is so wack I wouldn't pay a f**in dollar, holla (Hooooooo!) f** it [Chorus] [Chorus last line #2] n***az on some Ultra sh** (Get off the dick!) [Kool Keith] Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight Just raw beat, you're bu*tnaked standin on the street Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole n***az get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler No soft samples, corny loops, f** fiddler! n***az get carried away with basic sh**, every day Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits Ex-lax reveal your steelo's got the sh**s Pack a bag, zip up your drama, f**in catch the bus n***az already been through sad stories; f** y'all Gus Yeah I don't give a f** about the sunny Stet(?) drums Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a f** Cal(?)DeJade I don't give a f**, any snare, whatever Distinctive loop, f** it all Motherf**ers can go search downtown and find all these records if you want; I don't give a f**!