Funky, yeah baby! Blackula, spectacular Blackula, bust at ya, spectacular, Blackula Blackula, bust at ya Blackula, spectacular [Kool Keith] Bust a rhyme
soda pops I used to be up all night in the living room smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops Makin collect calls back home to my pops My little brother said, "Keith
Two-thousand-two, worldwide! Everywhere.. International.. Yeah, I used to come on the block, and many girls would jock Trojans and rubbers on dashboards
Two-thousand-three baby, Kool Keith, I'm up in here Very different - and he wants to talk to you Admire his immaturity Took you away to better places
Yeah.. two-thousand.. three! (I wanna play with you baby) Brand new (Can you touch me? Won't you hold me?) K-double-O-L, Keith (Can you talk to me? Cause
People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four witcha boring producers Your videos are boring, same girls singin Everybody tryin to be George Clinto
to niggaz Now he can't say hi on the street, big boy I knew Angie Martinez - 12 o'clock midnight nobody listened to her show Now she wanna rap [Kool Keith
[Kool Keith] I murder raps perhaps you come and get on serious to spit on, flow on, double tracks and go on Switch up the beat, practice tactics girls
Yeah, 2003 Big Lou and company Macks, Peterbilts, GMC's, white freight liners Volvos, Marlins, Internationals Eighteen wheels, we do deals Major fake
you like comedy You need to sit down, pull out a Swanson TV dinner Peanut butter and jelly'll fill up your belly Bread in the cabinet start grabbin it Kool
and go tell Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel Groupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow me Keith look in the club
[Kool Keith] The date - summer, August 25th You was transferred from Riker's Island to Attica State Prison Gina, Thompson I told you you shouldn'ta
[Kool Keith] This is a message - yeah To all you jheri curl, cats - SOLAR - yknahmsayin? You Chic kids, seventy-four niggaz, SEVENTY-FOUR niggaz Fuck
Remove your clothes Take off your clothes (Strip!) [3x] [Kool Keith] Out the shower, we butt-naked Cash and ass, we don't fake it Measuring tape, by
[Esham] 3-1-3, D-E-T, N.Y.C. Detroit up in this motherfucker! Esham and Kool Keith Ass, and titties, hundreds and fiddies Me and Kool Keith macked them
Keith, yo this is Mark yo I got this fine-ass bitch in the Pelican right now suckin my dick and lickin my ass on the drum machine Yeah.. [Kool Keith