real, represent what? My nuts That's right, nine, six and seven (Reverand Tom) Representin' the scrotum (Octagon) All the hairs under the testicles (The SharkMan) Lick (Kool Keith
bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson yet? Count your blessing yet, publicity got you mixed up And Keith
Lost in space System, overload Metric bypass computes on overload retrace cause we're Caution, warning Lost in space Blast full at ten, Keith still
Major fake baller close your mouth, you rap about the same thing Record company got you gassed Now you wanna hold champagne and bounce and act like you
to study with Son of Sam, that's right (Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO (Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO (Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO (Keith Turbo) Pontiac, GTO Man (Keith
New York City Want me tell you the style that's goin on right now? Girl I caught you last night You're only 19 or 20, tryin to hide Sittin in the back
Lovely lady, girl you drive me crazy [kool keith] I know this girl with her own crib, in isolation She's from puerto rico, half-black on vacation Fine
Yeah, so you called me last night You was kinda confused huh? You didn't know what to do All excited over these football players and baseball players
Yeah, motherfucker, that?s right The motherfucker in the house, Kool Keith Fuck all the bullshit, let?s get to the real shit, yeah Your rhyme touch is
Yeah, every morning I wake up lookin' in the mirror I am the original Black Elvis That's right, when you see me with my wig to the side Wearin' my short
you like comedy You need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up your belly Bread in the cabinet start grabbin it Kool
tell Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel Groupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow me Keith look in the club
the photo session (yeah..) [Kool Keith] Got my tripod set up for photographs, you get wet Pull my porno tapes, while you listen to Keith Sweat That's
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it New York City, we piss in it, we live in it We die, we all take shits in it
Yeah, Kool Keith should keep it real He should rap about space and Mars Yo, I'm tired of looking at everybody, same boots, skully hats in 90 degree weather
Yo Money Yeah, whassup Kool Keith? Yo, that girl Kadiva gon' come to your house with blonde hair and boots Tell her rent a cheap room on Sunset Boulevard
Robert Perry (Robert Perry) Bronx! (Bronx!) Manhattan (Manhattan) Queens (Queens) Staten Island (Staten Island) Brooklyn! (Brooklyn!) Across the George
Yeah, outro, Mad Man Everytime I see your motherfuckin' ass You always with some motherfuckers around you You know why? 'Cause you're motherfuckin' scared