Fly Ass n*gger lyrics

[Kool Keith:]
Dark voice, space choice
T-Mobile text vexed and you think you're in a competitive mode
Who's the wussy they can't be fly droppin a verse with a dirty pus*y
Diaper show off your designer chains f*ckin up my cypher
Retarded ass rap slash diva
Run around with a f*cked up weave attachment hoe handcuffer
I don't know why that stupid n*gga like ya
Step back you f*ckin werewolf out of London, before I bite you
BBQ rib hounder f*ck it you splash out that quarter pounder
The official rappin music co-founder since Ralph Hooper
And his pops ran the Apollo with the United Negro Fund
The richest n*gga in the world, y'all can't f*ck with the franchise
Imagine your local bullsh*t burger spot goin against Ronald McDonald
Italy can't stop the three billion servings
I'ma make Brandy hoes move they porkchops

[Chorus: unknown guest rapper]
Be a fly ass n*ggas
And runnin around the city lookin at you b*tch-ass n*ggas
Tryin to play high post, wit'cha little kitty-ass withers
Knahmsayin? ... Fly ass n*ggA~!

[Kool Keith:]
Broke n*ggas worryin about how fast you can rap
Spit at quick speed with techniques that's sharp
Complex comprehension I'd rather see some tits
Turn your computers off and get off that gay sh*t
MySpace, Clayface claymation n*gga
E-mail message abusers sh*t fag energy users
Livin in a f*cked up town so boring drink fo' kegs
Before you talk about me with them ugly b*tches teasin you in Hooters
Y'all get the critic booters, website looters
You f*ckin raccooners, you can't stop the bass boomers
[unknown guest rapper:]
It be the motherf*ckin Commi$$ion to all you whack-ass rap n*ggas
Out here sellin that fake-ass rap music to you little f*ckin kiddies
What the f*ck is goin out here with that rap sh*t?
Y'all need to get smacked, knahmsayin????
Runnin around, with the big Commi$$ioner, ain't playin no games
Stomp all y'all out, in this rap game
Fly ass n*ggas!