Ras Kass - Conceited Bastard Lyrics
Verse 1:I created verb-noun ? ? ? (the most beautifullest shit)I make up like foundation, now who you facing?The waterproof emcee,Ras blessed the mic faster than ramadan in mach 3Get off my dick, niggaAnd tell your ***** to come hereAnd stick your dick in your eardrum and ***** what you heard (yeah)Fa sheezy, articulate dramaMultiple lacerations between consecutive commasI like my ill nana wet, my martini dryWhippin a bmw 540-i (drunk driving miss daisy)Devil in a blue dress packing heatWhile Im doing doughnuts in the middle of the streetMy middle east metaphors motivate religious warsJah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)Get it popping like felicia and amhad rashadKeep my game face on like a goalieSo stick yourself, pretty tonyChorus:You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)Verse 2:(we still got some non-believers) so ima drop the bombLike the one-armed wide recieverSee we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone)Criminally insana, my brain do the macarenaAttack the varicose vanity who spin cancerRhetorical question, a hypothetical answerWouldnt swallow my tongue at a seizureSpeak my mind at my leisureLiving singe with more hoes than khadijahAnd when Im bent, its the circus without a tentClowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rentGive a chicken six cents for gucci boots (hell no!)I rather mop the floor at a peep showWhat part of Im the shit? dont you understand? (gooby *****)Your favorite rapper is a ras kass fanSo, how many dykes do I flip on the daily?Many money, just give me plenty henny remmyChorus: 8x againVerse 3:(well, thats true) damn, skippyI put that on everything I loveLike when lucy was *****ing rickyGot more stripes than adidasIm cavy like fish fetusSee money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahsToo much perputrating, not enough lyricismIndo got you believing what your pen doFaking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man doWith a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up canMy man, understand, I got connectionsSo much doe in my pocket, I give my girl a yeast infectionIm big-headed like babies with down syndromeIs you a playa from the himalyas with jerome-romeThis one girl tried to billy jean meBut I was wearing two rubbersSo name that nigga, whodini (laughing)Controversal reversal, this is my planetYou just a reebok commercialChorusWhat, nigga, check, check, yeahUh, huh, yeah, yeahThis goes out to all the criticsYou can suck the didickCheck this out for all the *****es to the radioDont hate me though, you dont know me
