"You wan' freestyle?…suck my dick"

[Keith Televasques]

I'm on some other shit, fuck it on tour

The style is raw, suck my dick quick kid

And let me run up on your world

Presto chango, y'all can feel the flame bro

I light up, ash niggas turn into a rainbow

Droppin freestyles, faggots you are the fuckin maggots

Sideswipe, don't fuck with me you'll get your ass wiped

I don't care like welfare, baldheaded with no hair

Psycho flashbacks you studying me like Puffy Mason

MC's grow quick tounges, you'll bounce to the Greyhound station

That's word to mom dukes so cream up on your whole dream

Kinda drastic, poppin shit you'll get your ass kicked

Your style is homo, so what you made a sissy promo?

Cock these old lyrics blast off, I'll blow your anal spirits

You hear it, fear it, go far don't try to walk up near it

Nasty like Nas, Batman combined with Method Man

G. Rap hydraulics, supersonics call me Shark Man

Water extension, atomic bombs at the rap convention

Your lamenants melt like your fake Varcace belt

Tap your brain like boomerangs, tell me how it felt

Masquerade like Cure man, I'm in your ass man

You catch animas dynamics from an ass-cap/ASCAP

Hold my nuts, Grandmaster Flash

Lyrical wounds get placed upon your kneecaps

Suckas get penalties, no pounds for they wack-ass raps

I like some action kid, you on the right direction

I'm no heavy weight, got computers in your bud section

Astronomical feedback is on your asscrack

React with two pipes, your stomach's filled with dynamite

That's no joke, now let's switch up styles, now who's fuckin broke?

That's on the momma, I'll cover all your fuckin drama

Souped up

Man, I turn on the TV man

I was in the mall, one of the rappers I seen

Up at the mall wearin' the gold chains, one of the guys from BET

Man them boys is souped up, just

I walked up to one with my wife, asked for an autograph

He turned his back to me

Because I am so cool!

I waste no time tellin' you in front of your ugly girlfriend you can't rhyme

Smack your engineer with a tall can of Olde English beer

Urinate on your S-S-L board and your lyrics sheet

Defecate in the hood at your store for leavin' your fans

Butt-naked with a box of Pampers in the middle of the street

Blow your socks off, send the girls you take to exquisite restaurants

To Pink Hot Dog, exclusive company just miss the masses

Talk to white girls with flat stomachs, no stretch marks, with black girl asses

Upscale extravagant, no autographs

Tell the Backstreet Boys I'm arrogant

Lady singers and rappers, I'm Keith Livingston your lawyer, I'm gonna work you

My job is to give you a Benz, close your publishing deal while I jerk you

The contract's ready, you already signed the first two

Your butt crack is I'ma put you on Rap City with Tigger and hurt you

Nothin' to reimburse you, my voodoo curse you

Anything that come out I will alert you

Turn your ass around like a marble head baby and burp you

Smack you, beat you with a telephone cord, I can reach you

All I hear is "yo stop Keith, stop it Keith"

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Arrogant, autographs, them ni'az can't sign them?

Souped up, souped up

While I stay in demand, your naked wife knows I'm cocky

Souped up, souped up

Yo I drop in butt wipe, doodoo Charmin under pillows

That dude who fairyland turd drop with big words

Expose my other self, drippin' off the bedspread

Stank bed, you smell 'em in your head, screamin'

When you wake up cause it's obvious, I'm really really really funky

Typical Motion tantalizing, climbing up the track

The jock's on, rappers watch me in the field shakin' pom poms

I got a whole section of 'em loaded

Bowl reflectin' to the rhyme I wrote it

Like Dr. Dooom, sandwich up the rotor, no appetizer

Just a full course meal fillin' statements from the Motionizer

Gorilla grip, I grab rappers by they dry lips

Straight thug a bear hug Grizzly Adams couldn't tame

Wild from Animal Bill, also precise

Yo mami cosi en carne, yo papi usted why spice

'Cause I been spyin' on her, extremely relyin' on her

Your sister too, now what you want to do? (You want to do)

I f*ck a n'ia like Chitty, Ohana too, followed you

In the air like a molecule

The standard prototype, explicit rap extreme and souped up

'Cause I am so cool