Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Sheriff , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Your Mom is My Wife, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.12.2016
Record label: Threshold
Song language: English
Black Sheriff |
| Yeah, Kool Keith live, 1998 |
| New York City all the way out to California |
| Showin' the mechanics, yeah (Okay, you think I’m jokin'?) |
| I catch your crew outthink |
| You sleepin', kid, on toilet-seats |
| Bring the ruckus, I vomit throwup on your beats |
| Ironically you stand with my urination liquid |
| Chicken-faced at Popeye’s, you bums want my biscuit |
| Feel free to MC, you lose — lick my pee |
| Drink my nuts like Barbie dolls, leave my sperm on bust |
| That’s worth a dookie |
| Yo big-head, I’m comin' spooky |
| Rubbin' yo' hot-wings with grease, south, west, and east |
| Country folks, my penis grows, swing like Michael Dokes |
| X-ray vision, foreskin, taste my circumcision |
| Y’all know I don’t play, I watch a ukelele |
| I jam like dad in your cracks, you bound to get your wedgie |
| Open your back up, let styles penetrate up in you |
| You won’t rap for long with anal burns, can’t continue |
| Coughin' your face up, your girl’s here, I can replace her |
| Put on my mask, Ka-BOOM, and laser-beam that ass |
| Operation-socket, you robots, you doo-doo lock it |
| Programmed by machines — yo' rectum full of Vaseline |
| Shame on you, your gonorrhea can’t stop the voodoo |
| Y’all prepared for rubber toys for your atmosphere? |
| Suck it for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| Turn the fan on, I smell feet, you rap thinkin' |
| Caught your girlfriend in the midsection, her pubic-hair stinkin' |
| You know my program, the Fleetwood, the purple Brougham |
| Mac-daddy riches puttin' contracts on all you snitches |
| Like danger your coffin’s ready, smoke 100 cents |
| Fight off your hemorroids, you wind up takin' steroids |
| Got you worried 'bout crackheads I paid to pull the pistol |
| You get caught naked, wrapped in some Scotty-tissue |
| With 8 mics I shove my balls in the sauce as you |
| That’s with the herb and the local groups I keep servin' |
| Bustin' yo puss out and panties like I’m penicillin |
| Boy, in cycle, with three texts the feds know I’m illin' |
| Cuttin' your roots out for captain hats, major-clout |
| I be trippin', blaw-blaw, catchin' rappers slippin' |
| Burnin' Ku Klux Klan rags and ride on mags, marchin' with fire |
| To make your anus cross retire |
| With black sheets, my face covered, I torch the streets |
| Walk through your projects with cheese out, demand your checks |
| Section 8 will demonstrate why you ovulate |
| I masturbate and jerk off and eat my cum straight |
| On plastic kneecaps I blow my mucus on your raps (Take it how you want it, |
| gorilla) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| See the scenery, my testicles out, machinery |
| Find a rapper that’s out with tampons you think is bad as me |
| Suck my nudie, your pork-wrench, the rap style is doo-doo |
| Hamster-feed, no medicine, your group is bird seed |
| That’s in my pension, your wife will lose her hair extensions |
| Jump out the barber shop with high heels and lick my cock |
| Eat out my pelvis with white collars dressed like Elvis |
| Bigger than Hootie, I amputate the blowfish |
| Blonde-headed pale girls, knock-kneed can’t dance to this |
| I pee in my laundry and lobbys and leave the room sloppy |
| We use rubbers and condoms — the covers smell like tires |
| You can’t hide them flat butts and bums like Mariah |
| I pull the skin off your skull and add the medication |
| You get Vics cough drops — your face is on vacation |
| That’s word I’m movin', your whack style is not improvin' (Not improvin', yeah) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west |
| Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test |
| Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face) |
| (I'm bound to slip and throw a gun in yo' face. You think I’m jokin'?) |