Get Off the di*k lyrics

[Kool Keith]
This for all you motherf*ckers bitin' my space sh*t
Get off my di*k, I was born on Jupiter

[K] Yeah! Throwin' the monkey-f*ckin'-wrench in the business
Yeah, all that trendy sh*t out there
[T] That old fake sh*t
[K] So regular
[T] That common sh*t
[K] sh*t that stink
[T] Word up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this, haha
[T] This is how we do
[K] Yeah
[T] Every, every day all day, haha

[Verse 1: Kool Keith & Tim Dog]
All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak
n*ggas be talkin like they hard, they f*ckin asscrack
These wack MCs tryna sound like Kool Keith
I should've took a bat and knocked out they front teeth, ow!
From New York to Cali MCs keep poppin' sh*t
With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin' sh*t
Rappers nowadays clog my di*k like it's fog
Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
You on my list, your project building just drowned in p*ss
When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum
I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture
Take out your whole backpiece, blow your f*ckin spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back
I'm up close like acne pimples in your ass crack
Atomic workout, strategy for f*ckin' j*rks
Your album's butthole, overused with inserts
Still light up sh*t point blank like f*ckin' fireworks
n*ggas get busted 'cause half fights for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how your sh*t sound?
I'm not followin' motherf*ckers
[Hook: Tim Dog & (Kool Keith)]
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
How many n*ggas is on our di*k? (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
How many n*ggas is on our di*k? (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
(Get off the di*k!) n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t (For life)

[Verse 2: Tim Dog]
God damn it's a brand new year
Comin' back with the full packed MAC
Bustin' off with the raw raps
Rippin' rappers out the frame, 'cause it's like that
You want your mic back; b*tch you're gonna have to fight back
Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and
n*ggas f*ckin' with D-O-G is like McNeely f*ckin' with Mike Tyson
I'm slicin', dicin' MCs, they call me Ginsu
n*ggas get me amped, watch me get mental
Perplexed I project my lyrical context
Bust nuts in rappers anus 'cause it's better than sex
Hey yo I'm mad, and I'm bad like Mr. Cool J
I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down for my crown, 'cause I'm a scholar
n*ggas sh*t is so wack I wouldn't pay a f*ckin dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) f*ck it
[Hook: Tim Dog & (Kool Keith)]
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
How many n*ggas is on our di*k? (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
How many n*ggas is on our di*k? (Get off the di*k!)
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t, n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t
n*ggas on some Ultra sh*t (Get off the di*k!)

[Verse 3: Kool Keith]
Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're buttnaked standin' on the street
Ass out cold, my target blows out your rectum hole
n*ggas get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy style just like Hitler
No soft samples, corny loops, f*ck fiddler!
n*ggas get carried away with basic sh*t, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits
Ex-Lax reveal your steelo's got the sh*ts
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, f*ckin' catch the bus
n*ggas already been through sad stories; f*ck y'all Gus

[Outro]
Yeah I don't give a f*ck about the sunny stick drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons
Whatever I don't give a f*ck
Cal Tjader I don't give a f*ck, any snare, whatever
Distinctive loop, f*ck it all
Motherf*ckers can go search downtown
And find all these records if you want; I don't give a f*ck!