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Ras Kass

Conceited Bastard

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Текст песни Ras Kass - Conceited Bastard

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Verse 1:I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)I make up like foundation, now who you facing?The waterproof emcee, Ras blessed the mic faster than Ramadan in mach 3Get off my dick, niggaAnd tell your bitch to come hereAnd stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)Fa sheezy, articulate dramaMultiple lacerations between consecutive commasI like my ill nana wet, my martini dryWhippin` a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)Devil in a blue dress packing heatWhile I`m doing doughnuts in the middle of the streetMy middle east metaphors motivate religious warsJah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad RashadKeep my game face on like a goalieSo stick yourself, Pretty TonyChorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)Verse 2:(We still got some non-believers) So I`ma drop the bombLike the one-armed wide recieverSee we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)Criminally insana, my brain do the MacarenaAttack the varicose vanity who spin cancerRhetorical question, a hypothetical answerWouldn`t swallow my tongue at a seizureSpeak my mind at my leisureLiving singe with more hoes than KhadijahAnd when I`m bent, it`s the circus without a tentClowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rentGive a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)I rather mop the floor at a peep showWhat part of "I`m the shit?" don`t you understand? (Gooby bitch)Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fanSo, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?Many money, just give me plenty Henny RemmyChorus: 8x againVerse 3:(Well, that`s true) Damn, skippyI put that on everything I loveLike when Lucy was fucking RickyGot more stripes than AdidasI`m cavy like fish fetusSee money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahsToo much perputrating, not enough lyricismIndo got you believing what your pen doFaking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man doWith a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up canMy man, understand, I got connectionsSo much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infectionI`m big-headed like babies with down syndromeIs you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-romeThis one girl tried to Billy Jean meBut I was wearing two rubbersSo name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)Controversal reversal, this is my planetYou just a Reebok commercialChorusWhat, nigga, check, check, yeahUh, huh, yeah, yeahThis goes out to all the criticsYou can suck the didickCheck this out for all the bitches to the radioDon`t hate me though, you don`t know me

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