Stop Rappin lyrics

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[Kool Keith]
There's more whack sh*t than a lil' 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
Pushin 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 Persian rugs turn yellow - HELLO!!!!
You f*cked up with a commercial-ass n*gga, soft as Jello
You motherf*ckers head back to gas, 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 battle 27 teams, all the way to New York for 5 hours first class
Give your whack-ass friends a 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 got the GAS
All you motherf*ckers comin out here for the awards and sh*t
f*ckin go back home
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