Fuck You Ultramagnetic MC's

[Kool Keith] + (Ced)
(Whassup?) Yo, it's just that
We the we the best in the United States
And they don't wanna give it to us
But we the kings, we the real kings
And all that other bullshit you get, is counterfeit
So you know, stop buyin them other bullshit records
(Stop gettin that plastic) and be dedicate..
Raise your hands in the air and become (that plastic hip-hop)
Dedicated Ultra fans! You know what that means?
You can't buy no other records {*laughter*}
(Ohh shit!)

[Kool Keith]
Yeah fuck 'em! These motherfuckers ain't shit
Tryin to rhyme and tryin to get, NASTY~!
I know the game when I'm steppin in bullshit
You better quit, when you're makin a fake hit
You ain't hard, buggin and so rough
You're jack doo-doo, and soft as cream puff
I know MC's who feel proud and black though
I know many; their ass sound whack though
Tryin to walk up, don't give me no pound
FUCK YOU, cause you ain't down
Busting a move and that fucked up freestyle
I go mad wild, lyrically so wild
Look up stepchild, I fuckin support you
But you sound whack, now I have to abort you
CAUGHT YOU, jerking off in the bathroom
Bitin my fresh rhymes in back of the classroom
Copyin, bitin shit off the master
Lookin for dope rhymes but I'ma come after
Hittin your brain like a motherfuckin blackjack
Rappers on stage, steppin to me they're wick-whack
Weak-ass rhymes show get off the stage black
Fuck up the mic girl you're bitch now get back
Fuck it! I see the bitches on the mic
You treat 'em the same, like niggas on the mic
No pity; you shouldn'ta got in the game
It's like rappin to win, with a fucked up name
Like Pussy P, who the fuck is he or she?
Yeah them niggas is whack! Fuck 'em