| Live from Las Vegas
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| Butt-naked condom tour
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| Starring Veronica Brazil, Lisa Rio
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| Angel Kelly, Randy De Troit
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| Ron Hightower and Sean Michaels
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| Special guest, wearing black mask
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| And no underwear, the master of domination
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| Kool Keith
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| You slept on me kid, yo, you wasn’t thinkin'
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| I caught your style off guard, your girl’s coochie stinkin'
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| I got the fuel for the fire when I burn your rectum
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| MC’s are doo-doo, they’re wack, I’mma come and check them
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| Hold your horse, I’m comin' through like a mental rhino
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| All you rappers' butt, you constipated on your vinyl
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| Not hardcore, ballerinas on your last tour
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| MC’s get wrecked with medicate, get their anus checked
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| No doubt about it, witchcraft, y’all know I studied voodoo
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| MC’s are tin cans, I will heat some chicken noodle
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| Throw down pounds and bake your whole damn suburban town
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| In my building, droppin' beans out the project window
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| Rapper’s looking good with pink mics, cause their pussy willow
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| I’m Mr. Ajax with spots on your ass-crack
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| Rappers think they sound good with crippled styles on gay tracks
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| Don’t let your friends soup you up, suck the scrotum
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| Check it y’all…
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (The player’s ball, sex convention)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (Y'all want the sugar stick?)
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| I get stupid, comin' on top, you’re on the way down
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| MC’s catch Amtrak, your girl is on the Greyhound
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| Touchin' my ride, on the highway on a cape card
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| Freaky red hair, doggy style with her nipples hard
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| I’m drinkin' Snapple, blowin' rectums out the rotten apple
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| Niggas got styles like rock, dirt, mouth full with gravel
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| I got rumors for your anal tissue, brain tumors
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| Funky like your buttcrack that stain on your girl’s bloomers
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| I don’t care, droppin' heat, I like your rectum missile
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| Rappers get caught like women do without toilet tissue
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| Butt out cold, you’re freezin' up, watch your booty fold
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| With mass confusion, release from the institution
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| I leave like two girls kissin', God knows it’s confusin'
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| With no Roger funk, baboon sounds in my trunk
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| Animal skills that stretch here to Oakland Hills
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (The player’s ball, sex convention)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (Y'all want the sugar stick?)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (The player’s ball, sex convention)
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| Imagine you try to step, you soft, double-wrapped fruitcake
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| I’mma fry ass tonight like mom do with shake and bake
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| Then light the Mets, maxin' home-runs off your rectum jets
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| Bronx-style kid, my whole steelo, Yankee Stadium
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| You hype and you vex, you droppin' doo-doo on your Ampex
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| Your girl’s with Kenny, New Jersey Nets, havin' anal sex
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| Rappers wanna play me like guitars, ukulele
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| I get west-Indian kid, your style’s out like pay lay
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| Have you runnin' fast with mics, just like off the ash
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| I set your style up, my shield up like Farrakhan
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| I blow up on niggas at Paragon
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| With wear, I pee in cracks, soak your girl’s hair
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| Golden showers like Russell Simmons' models stay for hours
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| Rappers with no power on the plane, sniffin' flowers
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (The player’s ball, sex convention)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (Y'all want the sugar stick?)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (The player’s ball, sex convention)
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| Happy new yeaaaarr! |
| (Y'all want the sugar stick?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy New Year , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Your Mom is My Wife, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп