Ras Ka** - Conceited Bastard lyrics

Verse 1: I created verb-noun ??? (the most beautifullest sh**) I make up like foundation, now who you facing? The waterproof emcee, Ras blessed the mic faster than ramadan in mach 3 Get off my dick, n***a And tell your b**h to come here And stick your dick in your eardrum and f** what you heard (yeah) Fa sheezy, articulate drama Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry Whippin' a bmw 540-i (drunk driving miss daisy) Devil in a blue dress packing heat While i'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect) Get it popping like felicia and amhad rashad Keep my game face on like a goalie So stick yourself, pretty tony Chorus: You, you are, you conceited ba*tard (8x) Verse 2: (we still got some non-believers) so i'ma drop the bomb Like the one-armed wide reciever See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone) Criminally insana, my brain do the macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure Speak my mind at my leisure Living singe with more hoes than khadijah And when i'm bent, it's the circus without a tent Clowning all baby-face a** n***as who love hoes and pay rent Give a chicken six cents for gucci boots (hell no!) I rather mop the floor at a peep show What part of "i'm the sh**?" don't you understand? (gooby b**h) Your favorite rapper is a ras ka** fan So, how many dykes do i flip on the daily? Many money, just give me plenty henny remmy Chorus: 8x again Verse 3: (well, that's true) damn, skippy I put that on everything i love Like when lucy was f**ing ricky Got more stripes than adidas I'm cavy like fish fetus See money snit and bullsh** out-run cheetahs Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism Indo got you believing what your pen do Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can My man, understand, i got connections So much doe in my pocket, i give my girl a yeast infection I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome Is you a playa from the himalyas with jerome-rome This one girl tried to billy jean me But i was wearing two rubbers So name that n***a, whodini (laughing) Controversal reversal, this is my planet You just a reebok commercial Chorus What, n***a, check, check, yeah Uh, huh, yeah, yeah This goes out to all the critics You can s** the didick Check this out for all the b**hes to the radio Don't hate me though, you don't know me