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Conceited Bastard

Исполнитель: Ras Kass

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Verse 1:<br><br>I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)<br>I make up like foundation, now who you facing?<br>The waterproof emcee, <br>Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3<br>Get off my dick, nigga<br>And tell your bitch to come here<br>And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)<br>Fa sheezy, articulate drama<br>Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas<br>I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry<br>Whippin` a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)<br>Devil in a blue dress packing heat<br>While I`m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street<br>My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars<br>Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)<br>Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad<br>Keep my game face on like a goalie<br>So stick yourself, Pretty Tony<br><br>Chorus: <br>You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)<br><br><br>Verse 2:<br><br>(We still got some non-believers) So I`ma drop the bomb<br>Like the one-armed wide reciever<br>See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)<br>Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena<br>Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer<br>Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer<br>Wouldn`t swallow my tongue at a seizure<br>Speak my mind at my leisure<br>Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah<br>And when I`m bent, it`s the circus without a tent<br>Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent<br>Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)<br>I rather mop the floor at a peep show<br>What part of "I`m the shit?" don`t you understand? (Gooby bitch)<br>Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan<br>So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?<br>Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy<br><br>Chorus: 8x again<br><br>Verse 3:<br><br>(Well, that`s true) Damn, skippy<br>I put that on everything I love<br>Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky<br>Got more stripes than Adidas<br>I`m cavy like fish fetus<br>See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs<br>Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism<br>Indo got you believing what your pen do<br>Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do<br>With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can<br>My man, understand, I got connections<br>So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection<br>I`m big-headed like babies with down syndrome<br>Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome<br>This one girl tried to Billy Jean me<br>But I was wearing two rubbers<br>So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)<br>Controversal reversal, this is my planet<br>You just a Reebok commercial<br><br>Chorus<br><br>What, nigga, check, check, yeah<br>Uh, huh, yeah, yeah<br>This goes out to all the critics<br>You can suck the didick<br>Check this out for all the bitches to the radio<br>Don`t hate me though, you don`t know me

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