Tell ’Em b*tch lyrics

[Kool Keith]
Kool Keith back up in this motherf*cker
You know what I'm sayin, you know what I'm sayin
I'd like to tell all these motherf*ckers
I'd like to tell all you motherf*ckers, about theyself
About theyself, about what they think they are
About what they think they are
Motherf*ckers ain't sh*t, you ain't sh*t

f*ck gold and platinum and jewelry
Diamonds glistenin red, I'm still the overgrown boy freak man
Fall asleep, still p*ss in the bed
Ask your girl n*gga, I p*ss on your head
If you're neo and unfunky, I'm guaranteed usually
Ten grand or more a show
But for five or six I'm ready to p*ss in your dreads
Who's ready to handle the confunction, jazz
And everybody with they first new trendy equipment
Could press the KEYS, and kiss my ASS
No prestigious toilets and golden bathroom trimmings
Dress your b*tch up like Batwoman, and sh*t on her mask
Dimepieces run with the boring n*ggas
My sex life, I p*ss on top of your cash
Your money talk, I wipe my ass up with your Cottonelle n*gga
Rappin against me, you ain't sh*t
My job is to make your doofy-ass baseball caps fit
Pimple-faced bast*rd, watch who you rap with
And cover your motherf*ckin buttcheeks with Chapstick
I'm a grown-ass man, you can suck mine
And that talk behind my back circle sh*t
Superstar gassed up n*ggas smokin that glass di*k
My first name is microphone, I call you last to spit
Bra and panties under your button up
Don't come around wit'cha ass hangin out, teasin me with fake tits
I'm the celebrity destroyer, I defecate on your shoulderblades
I j*rk off on anybody that think they good
Grab the subway train, and drop turds on your b*tch
Hit Philadelphia, grab a cheesesteak and hang out with Mitch
About two million dollars got f*cked up
Hotel suites, Pave rings and girls and sh*t
Indoor rappin mansion-ass n*gga
Come outside from that old hideaway bodyguards, watch you sh*t
I don't care, I enjoy myself you scared son of a b*tch
f*ck the buckets and V.I.P. rooms
Posin with one Moet bottle, and a big-ass clique
Plast fast motherf*ckers standin on wooden legs
Amateur n*ggas go down on cheap tape
What you think that bullsh*t gon' stick?
Kool Keith, signin off this MOTHERf*ckER
Let you motherf*ckers KNOW
I tell you straight, I'll come to your motherf*ckin SHOW