Dark Thoughts (Outro)

Dark Thoughts (Outro) Lyrics

Kool... KEITH! Lost Masters
Part 2, you got Part 1
Part 2... yeah

[Keith randomly computerizes his voice - this may not be accurate]
I'm in danger of the tricks forever
p**s on you more, if you get better
You don't wanna f**k around with the professional work
I'ma wipe my ass tonight wit'cha white Coogi sweater
sh*t inside your {?} if your limo
Push the club cheeseface nigga, put up or shut up
Mash all disease nigga, you ain't no MC nigga
f**k up your studio time with a bullsh*t rhyme
Up in the limo since you was nine
Mountain climbin with dimes
Ladies know I'm simple with mines
New York b**ches is too slow for me
I sh*t on your face on national TV
Let the public see me p**s on the Hollywood sign
My construction booth stomp on these beats hard
f**k you I work overtime, at the check cashin place
I spray your b**ch ass with mace
Barfin these Wendy's hamburgers
all over your Reeboks and all over your face, BLEWAAWHH
Whack-ass nigga all over your shoelace
Too funky two-face, too funky for you stiff motherf**kers
I got too much bass, call me Ace
La-Da-Da-Da, nigga, nothin but Prada nigga
Play this sh*t in the club, we need bud!
p**s on motherf**kers in the curtain
Light a match, pour gasoline on your f**kin rug
Urinator, gators p**s on the back of your denim suit
HA HA HA! You got the dog sh*t on the back of your heels
f**ked up position, the shoe man
Can't take care of the back of your sneaker
The maximum smell, blow your a**hole out the box office
Like Jaws, I bought a retarded shark
Retarded in the dark, movin sh*t off your tugboat with gills
You f**kin with Hennessy? I don't f**k with cocaine
I don't need the f**kin ecstasy pills
Top notch, unequal, it's hot in here
Crowded house party with eight thousand people
Urinated in the fruit punch, while y'all light and blaze blunts
Krispy Kreme donuts, you boxed up stale bastards
Like Captain Crunch, champagne f**kin security put on ice
Designer nice, the waiter lookin for the tips
Make her pay up twice, purple trainin on precise
MTV material, platinum nigga lot of flashes
Zoom on your fake asses, bouncers lookin for VIP wrist passes
Dark corners brothers
Temporary secretary, workin at Warner Brothers
I'm warnin others, admire the fakers, buffalo wings nigga
You in the front seat, front row, watchin the f**kin Lakers
TV screen, overnight basketball fan
You ain't no overnight basketball man