[Hook]
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
I got a brand new Ford, bright orange-yellow pickup truck
Cruising around like I'm Johnny Esposito
Pumping my funk tape with Stretch and B Bobbito
Looking around for that kid that robbed Joey
Oh he, catch another rapper rhyme slowly
In the back of your head feel the Calico ammo
You know the X, hey hey, he's out the hospital
He played a trumpet in class, plus he had a fiddle
He had a house uptown on Green Apple Road
A human body buried monkey plus a little toad
Scared federal bureau, fuck investigation
No phones, no beeps, for communication
I like ice cream kid, I like Carvel
I read comics and books, yeah Marvel
You want to step MC's, I'm in the basement
Hold up mirrors to hell, where your face went?
I walk quiet at night, through the projects
Maybe one night look through your peephole, peekaboo!
I got a gift for you, yo fuck Santa Claus
Open your door, face the Cenobites lights
I want the matrix of mad, I'm like Hellraiser
(Where could I be?)
[Hook]
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
[Verse 2: Bobbito]
Bobbito and yes I got the props
Now will you crab-ass niggas just hop off my cock
My style's En Vogue, you're never gonna get it
Phonetic, kinetic, energetic flows your ears in a tourniquet
Wrapped tightly, my raps just might be
Unsightly, or slightly gruesome
Some groups are done, some groups run
Many groups come, when Bob beats are spun
Stun by the stun gun, you're chewing my dick gum
I stick it in your nose so kids can ridicule like Catholic schools
Second grade, Mrs. Flaherty had a tragedy
She saw me bust a nut it was splattery
Now I recharge my battery
Flattery gets me where I'm going, lets me know I'm flowing
Sets me when I'm boning
Shit, people ask me who writes for me?
I write my own shit from finish to start
Diminish the heart, I eat a knish and then I fart
A traskit, a triscuit, a golden-eared biscuit
Kool Keith asked me to rhyme and so I kicks it
Nervous, served this, never even heard this
Leaving herbs wordless, because I just served this
Stretch Armstrong, my man, my mellow
My Godfather Don, get on the mic and say hello
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
It's kind of pertinent that the venom I send 'em
Will give 'em an enema, then I'm a prove my shit is funkier than
Yours, when wars bend laws to make niggas figure
I can't rap, I play it undercover and plant that
One word you heard no other say
And the nut I lay to impregnate wombs to tombs
Of larvae, insects to dissect from the rib cage
To the solar, remember the scene of my brain make
You shake and so when I hold a microphone I grip the shit steady
*sniff sniff* Give me five if you're ready
To go on the collision course it's imminent
When I'm into it like James don't read names, I'm illiterate
Consider it ripped, stripped, flipped, kicked then shredded
So say "cheese" when you pictured yourself embedded
Headed to the fate of niggas spraying rhymes like mace, terrible
I'm esoterical when I'm tearing through
Myriads of methods and shit, I never do
I left it to Kool Keith, Bobbito, full of libido
For the girls who need-o eight inches of tongue to eat-o
Hey, kind of neato, so check it out
Peace, hollito
[Hook]
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
Kick a dope verse and then we ghost
