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You Get Yours - Kool Keith/Kutmasta Kurt
Yo keith what up this dj kutmasta kurt
You know I get about 82 thousand
3 million records in the mail
But now I can only play
About 2 what's up with that
There are 8 billion
2 thousand white black records
They on my scrotum
They should be on whack records
I know the industry is wet like a labia
Everybody's crazy gone hysterical
Def jam flopped the whole epic was a miracle
Mc's came psycho
Toy like tyco
Poppin' that weak sh*t
Like myers you ain't Michael
I left my sons in space behind years ago
Coco puffs your crew
Remind me of a cheerio
You're like a condom
An old piece of dried up sperm
Don't try to mess with me
You rappin' f**kin' germ
Mc's come up
They call themself now papa
I'm entertained
Watchin' prime time do do droppa
You dissed the naked man
You ain't the boss man
I run over panties
And heads with a range rover
I kidnap amy grab my tapes
Back from marc genova
And stick an enema pipe right
Into faith newman
You think I'm lincoln Abraham
Or Harry Truman
You get yours cum smeared
All in your face
You get yours tell me how it tastes
You get yours cum smeared
All in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours tell me how it tastes
One two one two copycats
Sound like my wife
You on my balls kiddie
Style man sound like phife
I'm illin' tonight
You see me stand with suge knight
You rappers are scared
Now wet rectums get tight
You might as well sing
A simple song like you're brandy
You wanna be down
Put panties on I'll call you Sandy
Like stu watchin'
His back yo that sh*t is fine
Hold 'em and piss David Berk
Wanna blow his mind
Shootin' the jizm mc's
Lightin' stinkin' izm
Awe that stink put that
Out man that blunt sh*t
I'm on some cunnalingus
Women know that cunt sh*t
Gimmick experts
Your logo's won't make it work
As monica lynch
About the flinstones
Niggas still lickin'
My dick like chicken bones
Who's on wax with pumps on wack soundtracks
Lisa Cortez or ed shoulda called me
Russell and Lyor
Andre know that sh*t would bore me
Look in your rolodex
Naked man I come and flex
Tie up your anus rectum
Piece brothers heads are next
Girl rappers lick my ass
Before they're most famous
You name 'em all
I gave abortions with hangers
Spread 'em easy people
This won't hurt
You get yours cum smeared
All in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You ran to pete
Rock you ran to premier
With New York sounds professor
Couldn't save your career
Watch your ass ducket
Play me out like Dave gossit
Mc's should quit
Or sign with tuff city
I left management
And Alex f**kin' tough titty
I went to hammers house
Some people didn't know me
Dave Jacobson was lying
What the f**k he just told me
Lookin' back at tom silverman's convention
Money was made and counted for not to mention
Laminates don't cost much that sh*t is cheap
Like nigga's tryin' front
At Jack the rapper every week
Don't try that hand shake
Sh*t my dick is more legit
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You puppets on jive
With budget tryin' a stay alive
Suckin' the dick
Twice of owner kid barry weiss
You like red dirt
The two faced alcoholic
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours
Tell me how it tastes
You get yours
Cum smeared all in your face
You get yours tell me how it tastes
Sunday 1137 pm
Yeah now that's what I'm talkin' about
I think I should take these records
And start an ash tray business
Or maybe I'll uh just donate 'em to the goodwill
Huh huh
Atleast it's a tax write off aight man peace