Dark Thought (Outro) lyrics

Kool... KEITH! Lost Masters
Part 2, you got Part 1
Part 2... yeah

I make danger on the tricks forever
p*ss on you more, if you get better
You don't wanna f*ck around with the professional work
I'ma wipe my ass tonight wit'cha white Coogi sweater
sh*t inside the pockets of your leather
Punch the clock, cheeseface n*gga, put up your cheddar
Mad Cow disease n*gga, you ain't no MC n*gga
f*ck up your studio time with a bullsh*t rhyme
I been in limo's since you was nine
Mountain climbin with dimes
Ladies know I'm simple with mines
New York b*tches is too slow for me
I sh*t on your face on national TV
Let the public see me p*ss off the Hollywood sign
My construction booth stomp on these beats hard
f*ck you I work overtime, at the check cashin place
I spray your b*tch ass with mace
Barfin these Wendy's hamburgers
All over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH
Whack-ass n*gga all over your shoelace
Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherf*ckers
I got too much bass, call me Ace
La-Da-Da-Da, n*gga, nothin but Prada n*gga
Play this sh*t in the club, with a mean mug!
p*ss on motherf*ckers in the curtain
Light a match, pour gasoline on your f*ckin rug
Urinator, gators p*ss on the back of your denim suit
HA HA HA! You got the dog sh*t on the back of your heels
f*cked up position, the shoe man
Can't take care of the back of your sneaker
The mack and the skill, blow your as*h*le out the box office
Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark
Retarded in the dark, movin sh*t off your tugboat with gills
You f*ckin with Hennessy? I don't f*ck with cocaine
I don't need the f*ckin ecstasy pills
Top notch, unequal, it's hot in here
Crowded house party with eight thousand people
Urinated in the fruit punch, while y'all light and blaze blunts
Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bast*rds
Like Captain Crunch, champagne buckets and Caraon on ice
Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips
Make her pay him twice, perpetrating on precise
MTV material, cameramen, a lot of flashes
Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes
Dark corners brothers
Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers
I'm warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings n*gga
You in the front seat, front row, watchin the f*ckin Lakers
TV screen, overnight basketball fan
You ain't no overnight basketball man