Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell 'Em Bitch, 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
Tell 'Em Bitch |
| Kool Keith back up in this motherfucker |
| You know what I’m sayin, you know what I’m sayin |
| I’d like to tell all these motherfuckers |
| I’d like to tell all you motherfuckers, about theyself |
| About theyself, about what they think they are |
| About what they think they are |
| Motherfuckers ain’t shit, you ain’t shit |
| Fuck gold and platinum and jewelry |
| Diamonds glistenin red, I’m still the overgrown boy freak man |
| Fall asleep, still piss in the bed |
| Ask your girl nigga, I piss on your head |
| If you’re neo and unfunky, I’m guaranteed usually |
| Ten grand or more a show |
| But for five or six I’m ready to piss in your dreads |
| Who’s ready to handle the confunction, jazz |
| And everybody with they first new trendy equipment |
| Could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS |
| No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings |
| Dress your bitch up like Batwoman, and shit on her mask |
| Dimepieces run with the boring niggas |
| My sex life, I piss on top of your cash |
| Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle nigga |
| Rappin against me, you ain’t shit |
| My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit |
| Pimple-faced bastard, watch who you rap with |
| And cover your motherfuckin buttcheeks with Chapstick |
| I’m a grown-ass man, you can suck mine |
| And that talk behind my back circle shit |
| Superstar gassed up niggas smokin that glass dick |
| My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit |
| Bra and panties under your button up |
| Don’t come around wit’cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits |
| I’m the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades |
| I jerk off on anybody that think they good |
| Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your bitch |
| Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch |
| About two million dollars got fucked up |
| Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and shit |
| Indoor rappin mansion-ass nigga |
| Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you shit |
| I don’t care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a bitch |
| Fuck the buckets and V.I.P. |
| rooms |
| Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique |
| Plast fast motherfuckers standin on wooden legs |
| Amateur niggas go down on cheap tape |
| What you think that bullshit gon' stick? |
| Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERFUCKER |
| Let you motherfuckers KNOW |
| I tell you straight, I’ll come to your motherfuckin SHOW |