What You Doing lyrics

[Kool Keith - voice lowered]
Bench press nine tons
Bench press...

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[Keith - voice lowered]
See when I come and rap they can't sit no more
Girls get constipated
Everybody you know, they can't spit no more, constipated
Backed up
The underground ain't sh*t no more
A bunch of c*cksuckers, whack backpack motherf*ckers
With no solid balls behind the music
Them bullsh*t
Y'all artists, out now is made of rubber
Y'all criticize the stupid f*cker
Suck a transexual di*k with your roommate lover
The lyrical king step over your stomach
Your b*tch sit proud, with two seats
With spare ribs stuffed in her mouth cheeks
You cheap bast*rd
What you got to give besides an e-mail address
Underground bounty hunter
p*ss on a two tonner
A Minnesota Viking offensive kickoff purple rainjacket
8,000 yard a day runner, yellow flag facemask
Your quarterback is f*cked up by a psychologically disturbed field goal punter
Hit you in the helmet with a construction hammer
Metro North to Grand Central
Charge away motherf*cker change my voice up screwed
{*Keith lowers his voice even further - really hard to understand*}

So you download me schemin, dreamin, cry teamin and feemin
Your favorite MC changed lanes n*ggas
I sh*t off communication while y'all buy merchandise
And join fan clubs, drink from the fountain of hell
Listen to these n*ggas I stay away from crumb sh*tters
What y'all doin rappin polluted rap
Wit'cha leg snapped like an animal in a media trap
Your face need to be slapped
Out of a gift wrap, you riff-raff
Half and half, no comedy Laugh Factory
Soft spoken chattery, pack of some diseased fam
Pay your salary n*gga, that's the same sh*t you bummin
Frontin down the river, don't squawk
You scared soulless walkin around still fascinated by your whack-ass, glitter
Corn heart doin samples that tell motherf*ckers
Let the Brisco start, the post-printer

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