27 Teams

[Kool Keith] There's more whack shit than a little bit Motherfuckin football players tryin to rhyme Basketball niggas, fuck the rap game, don't waste your time Stay off the court, get off the fuckin football field My rap shit is real ABC News got you gassed up Fucked up from the mouth up Put your assets, Bentleys and houses Take off your jerseys, grab the mics Shut the fuck up, flow for flow Show for show, bitch go for go Them everyday motherfuckers you listen to Won't help you when motherfuckers rippin you From asscrack to ankles, when I'm dissin you Hold the toilet bowl I'm pissin too Make your white Persia rugs turn yellow, HELLOOOOOOO~! You fucked up with a commercial-ass nigga, soft as Jello You motherfuckers head back to jazz, somethin more mellow Shit on your telephones and change your zip code zones Reptile alien motherfuckers Gorillas comin toward me, I shit on you clones And defecate twice in your ice cream cones Let a Mexican tell you, "Why did you try to embarass yourself And rap against, Kool Keith homes?" Take your basketballs and stick it up your ass Take your footballs and stick it up yo' ass I'll battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class Give your whack-ass friends an enema Your girlfriends witness my shit, with a buddy pass I concentrate, break down motherfuckers fast G-string niggas, cover your ass, dumb-ass bitches be quiet "My boyfriend's all that! He's 245 pounds worth of muscle He can rap fast," happy new year BITCH, kiss my ASS You know the kid, I'm Bill BLASS Fuck around, you ride the GAS All you motherfuckers comin out here for the awards 'n shit Fucking go back home