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Kool Keith - Rundown Lyrics

Rundown Song Lyrics
Rundown by Kool Keith [Kool Keith:]
You don't wanna f**k around when I strike at p**s range
You know the verses I come at you, this strange
When I bring the headaches and upset stomach pills for the cramps
And two boxes of sanitary bath tissue, to wipe your ass
You can't front on me you big-head motherf**ker
b**ches love it, the bell sittin on the top of they nose
Irish Spring, around the pubic hair with Johnson's baby oil
On a Hercules cock they robot
And score service order gas masks on my face
Fly as a German model
Camcorder with her tight-ass pussy shaved up to her a**hole
Drinkin her mineral
The water, the general
John, A, show y'all some Cleveland cavi sh*t
Rappers ain't down
Got that God damn thang wastin champagne
You bet those sneakers on yo' feet and that whack-ass chain
I'm havin mo' fun than the bra, no Cherry Lounge
You with boring girls buyin bottles an' sh*t
No time for local bastards, I'm on some international sh*t when I spit
You on the FDR Drive flossin Goodyear Blimp
I'm with a b**ch in Paris, tomorrow a party in Germany brunettes
You hear, you never saw
Look ten times better than Eva Longoria
Flat stomachs and apple asses
What the f**k you tellin me, you see me, yo
You better come out and thaw, like some meat, Kennedy
My luggage, I don't f**k with these puppets
X-ray my sh*t through the machine
Why you go to to the movies
With a gorilla with orange hair, glued on top
Off her black hair
That look mean backwards motherf**ker, what'chu think you mack there?
Sittin in your fat chair, eatin ribs all day
I wonder do these, cats care
I weight advances
I wait for you to take your chances
And Humpty Dumpty quit it, Prego carriages
My poems increase, above averages
People hatin doin that ordinary miserable sh*t
Walkin around like savages
I'm intrigued by myself, f**k your bullsh*t statuses~!