Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss My Ass, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Lost Masters Collection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Oglio
Song language: English
Kiss My Ass |
| Yeah, motherfuckin Kool Keith |
| I’m doin this motherfucker |
| I’mma get in this motherfucker |
| I’m worser than chocolate Ex-Lax kid |
| I’ll blow out your asshole |
| On some Mt. Helen volcano type shit |
| Dare your girl to try to act fly at the Nassau Coliseum concert |
| Defend your emotions when I attack |
| Fuck the words of the monkeys back and forth |
| Singers and rappers, I’m guaranteed like «5 Fingers of Death» |
| Reach in your stomach with the iron fist |
| You can’t fuck with the iron wrist |
| Cup-a-Soup noodle niggas |
| Talkin shit, you on my lyin list |
| Your makeup is Mac |
| Everybody against the wall, before I piss on your buttcrack |
| Plastic bastards |
| I cover your staff members with battery acid |
| Five people in one motherfucker I’m drastic |
| Like a bitch who do a fast kick |
| Kiss my ass nigga (kiss my ass nigga) |
| You get meaner, with that bullshit you talk |
| Tie rappers up in the basement like preacher |
| Scrub your fuckin forehead with brillo pads |
| Gasoline is my ammo |
| Wipe you motherfuckers up with glass cleaner |
| Three bottles of Pine Sol, shit on your mixtape |
| I’ll catch you at the mall |
| Lookin more fake whack-ass wigga |
| I used to shit on your babysitters |
| Shut the fuck up, piss all over your transmitters |
| Motherfuck a garbage-ass nigga |
| Screamin over your music, FUCK YOU |
| New York makes you bitter, type of faggot ass nigga |
| To sit in cat litter, everybody suck my dick |
| Playin one or two niggas |
| Look in the mirror doc, I’m on your time clock |
| Always inkin a deal |
| Urinate on your paper when I sign dots |
| Your CD’s up at Universal in a cardboard box |
| Stop fuckin borin me |
| With overnight niggas, with no stories |
| Motherfuckers gettin they first model bitch |
| I’m on Simmons level, I shit on your Pave jewelry |
| From the Brightling to the Jacob to the Rolex |
| None of these Sesame Street Big Bird Oscar niggas can fool me |
| Been eatin chinese food, with Greg Nice |
| Can’t stop the fuckin hustle, my lyrics are Smooth B |