Get Off the Dick Ultra

[Kool Keith]
This for all you motherfuckers bitin' my space shit
Get off my dick, I was born on Jupiter

[K] Yeah! Throwin' the monkey-fuckin'-wrench in the business
Yeah, all that trendy shit out there
[T] That old fake shit
[K] So regular
[T] That common shit
[K] Shit that stink
[T] Word up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this, haha
[T] This is how we do
[K] Yeah
[T] Every, every day all day, haha

[Verse 1: Kool Keith & Tim Dog]
All you rappers are wack on my balls, picture Kodak
Niggas be talkin like they hard, they fuckin asscrack
These wack MCs tryna sound like Kool Keith
I should've took a bat and knocked out they front teeth, ow!
From New York to Cali MCs keep poppin' shit
With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin' shit
Rappers nowadays clog my dick like it's fog
Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
You on my list, your project building just drowned in piss
When I hit your city, your area, blow your rectum
I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is culture
Take out your whole backpiece, blow your fuckin spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back
I'm up close like acne pimples in your ass crack
Atomic workout, strategy for fuckin' jerks
Your album's butthole, overused with inserts
Still light up shit point blank like fuckin' fireworks
Niggas get busted 'cause half fights for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how your shit sound?
I'm not followin' motherfuckers