27 Teams lyrics

[Kool Keith]
There's more whack sh*t than a little bit
Motherf*ckin football players tryin to rhyme
Basketball n*ggas, f*ck the rap game, don't waste your time
Stay off the court, get off the f*ckin football field
My rap sh*t is real
ABC News got you gassed up
f*cked up from the mouth up
Put your assets, Bentleys and houses
Take off your jerseys, grab the mics
Shut the f*ck up, flow for flow
Show for show, b*tch go for go
Them everyday motherf*ckers you listen to
Won't help you when motherf*ckers rippin you
From asscrack to ankles, when I'm dissin you
Hold the toilet bowl I'm p*ssin too
Make your white Persia rugs turn yellow, HELLOOOOOOO~!
You f*cked up with a commercial-ass n*gga, soft as Jello
You motherf*ckers head back to jazz, somethin more mellow
sh*t on your telephones and change your zip code zones
Reptile alien motherf*ckers
Gorillas comin toward me, I sh*t on you clones
And defecate twice in your ice cream cones
Let a Mexican tell you, "Why did you try to embarass yourself
And rap against, Kool Keith homes?"
Take your basketballs and stick it up your ass
Take your footballs and stick it up yo' ass
I'll battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class
Give your whack-ass friends an enema
Your girlfriends witness my sh*t, with a buddy pass
I concentrate, break down motherf*ckers fast
G-string n*ggas, cover your ass, dumb-ass b*tches be quiet
"My boyfriend's all that! He's 245 pounds worth of muscle
He can rap fast," happy new year b*tch, kiss my ASS
You know the kid, I'm Bill BLASS
f*ck around, you ride the GAS
All you motherf*ckers comin out here for the awards 'n sh*t
f*cking go back home