Running for Congress

[Kool Keith - slowed down] The Commi$$ioner The motherfuckin Commi$$ioner Again~! I'm detrimental to your house like a restaurant With rat turds on the shelf from sacramental down to the delf Niggas like y'all scared of the dark, I told you You won't close the door and grab a roll of shit by yourself And blaze your asshole with two logs of fire When you spit by yourself, no hiccups and belches Just grape juice from Welch's, the brand heat up On your ass like a horse you felt this Like the bump over your eye become a cyst Everybody in the vocal booth with a chain around they neck Watch on they arm is on my shitlist I send a gorilla to put his cock up your ass You don't forget this Your favorite top MC carry my dick when I piss It's not the mic stand goin up your nose, it's the dris The public, the lesbians got to kiss [Chorus: Kool Keith - normal; or as normal as he gets] Super Don chron' Do what you want, fuck it Super Don chron' Do what you want, FUCK IT! Super Don chron' Do what you want, FUCK IT~! [Kool Keith - slowed down] Nigga I called this rhymin exercise The city think you're good, but I'ma shit in your eyes Wipe my ass with your face I hope your fanbase don't be surprised when I shock ya bastard With my Sean John shirt, true we big as your girl's stomach That's me walkin around lookin like Puffy with a mohawk These guys comin with that bullshit I'm in and out, back and forth, shut the fuck up Close the door behind you make up your mind I don't wanna hear that no talk That cartoon shit you spit that clogged the city of New York Yes man, hover when you pop a cork With a stage set that's top 16 written by Mindy & Mork Tennis racket niggas don't need to fuck with this rap sport I'm closer than you think, buttcrack in the telescope Get your picture off the result MC's better practice they shit cause I'm hella dope [Chorus]