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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 3 Get off my dick, nigga And tell your bitch to come here And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (yeah) Fa sheezy, articulate drama Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry Whippin’ a bmw 540-i (drunk driving miss daisy) Devil in a blue dress packing heat While I’m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect) Get it popping like felicia and amhad rashad Keep my game face on like a goalie So stick yourself, pretty tony Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x) Verse 2: (we still got some non-believers) so i’ma drop the bomb Like the one-armed wide reciever See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone) Criminally insana, my brain do the macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer Wouldn’t swallow my tongue at a seizure Speak my mind at my leisure Living singe with more hoes than khadijah And when I’m bent, it’s the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent Give a chicken six cents for gucci boots (hell no!) I rather mop the floor at a peep show What part of I’m the shit? don’t you understand? (gooby bitch) Your favorite rapper is a ras kass fan So, how many dykes do I flip on the daily? Many money, just give me plenty henny remmy Chorus: 8x again Verse 3: (well, that’s true) damn, skippy I put that on everything I love Like when lucy was fucking ricky Got more stripes than adidas I’m cavy like fish fetus See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism Indo got you believing what your pen do Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can My man, understand, I got connections So much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection I’m big-headed like babies with down syndrome Is you a playa from the himalyas with jerome-rome This one girl tried to billy jean me But I was wearing two rubbers So name that nigga, whodini (laughing) Controversal reversal, this is my planet You just a reebok commercial Chorus What, nigga, check, check, yeah Uh, huh, yeah, yeah This goes out to all the critics You can suck the didick Check this out for all the bitches to the radio Don’t hate me though, you don’t know me  More Ras Kass Song Lyrics
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