| I’m creative with noun pro-noun-ciation
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| The most beautifullest shit
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| I make-up like foundation, now who you facing?
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| The waterproof emcee
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| Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in Mach 3
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| Get off my dick, nigga
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| And tell your bitch to come here
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| And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard, yeah
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| Fa sheezy, articulate drama
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| Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
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| I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry
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| Whippin' a BMW 540-I (Drunk driving Miss Daisy)
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| Devil in a blue dress packing heat
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| While I’m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
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| My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars
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| Jihad and won’t apologize for my God
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| Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
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| Keep my game face on like a goalie
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| So stick yourself, Pretty Tony
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| You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)
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| (We still got some non-believers) So I’mma drop the bomb
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| Like the one-armed wide reciever
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| See we be off the hook like
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| Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
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| Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer
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| Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
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| Wouldn’t swallow my tongue at a seizure
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| Speak my mind at my leisure
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| Living single with more hoes than Khadijah
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| And when I’m bent, it’s the circus without a tent
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| Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent
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| Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
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| I rather mop the floor at a peep show
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| What part of «I'm the shit?» |
| don’t you understand? |
| (Groupie bitch)
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| Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
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| So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?
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| Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remy
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| (Well, that’s true) Damn, skippy
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| I put that on everything I love
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| Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
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| Got more stripes than Adidas
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| I’m cavy like fish fetus
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| See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
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| Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism
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| Indo got you believing what your pen do
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| Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
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| With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can
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| My man, understand, I got connections
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| So much dough in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
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| I’m big-headed like babies with down syndrome
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| Is you a playa from the Himalyas or Jeromey-rome
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| This one girl tried to Billie Jean me
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| But I was wearing two rubbers
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| So name that nigga Houdini
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| Controversal reversal, this is my planet
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| You just a Reebok commercial
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| What, nigga, check, check, yeah
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| Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
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| This goes out to all the critics
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| You can suck the didick
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| Check this out for all the bitches to the radio
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| Don’t hate me though, you don’t know me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conceited Bastard , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Rasassination (The End), in the genre Поп