[Hook: Kool Keith]
Make a rapper upset, make a DJ upset x4
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
They say I'm rap mogul Russell Simmons in the Hip-Hop Summit
Too many girls got me coming
I'm what your wife is loving
Broadway ventriloquist
Every rapper out sit on my lap like a puppet
He's my miniature-sized Flip Wilson, watch him talk
"What you mean you working me like a puppet?
Okay, then who are you?"
Whoa, shut up, I'm the owner of you
I can make you move your shoulders too
Frosted cookies, I don't do
Because you rap from the butt on down with the Hostess crew
Cupcakes by the tons, your girl has some nice Cinnabuns
You rap in the booth and brag, I like the way her juices run
[Hook]
[Verse 2:Shade Clock Da Rappa]
They say my songs ain't radio-friendly, so they don't play me
I'm on that Gucci, Fendi, bitches steadily envy
I'm all about my loot, niggas calling me pretty
I'm on that Puss In Boots, niggas calling me kitty-kitty
My fat cat got niggas committing murder
Drowning in this pussy is a death you never heard of
I keep it low-key but you can find me in [?]
I rub off, motherfucking jerk-off
I make a rapper upset, piss a DJ off
Niggas mad but fuck that, turn your feelings off
Turn the lights on and see a fucking icon
Not that shit on your iPhone but the shit that Michael Jacks-on
Shade Clock, Kool Keith got me on this motherfucking track but no pimping
I look like an R & B singer, right, but no singing
Make a rapper upset, make a DJ upset x4
[Verse 1: Kool Keith]
They say I'm rap mogul Russell Simmons in the Hip-Hop Summit
Too many girls got me coming
I'm what your wife is loving
Broadway ventriloquist
Every rapper out sit on my lap like a puppet
He's my miniature-sized Flip Wilson, watch him talk
"What you mean you working me like a puppet?
Okay, then who are you?"
Whoa, shut up, I'm the owner of you
I can make you move your shoulders too
Frosted cookies, I don't do
Because you rap from the butt on down with the Hostess crew
Cupcakes by the tons, your girl has some nice Cinnabuns
You rap in the booth and brag, I like the way her juices run
[Hook]
[Verse 2:Shade Clock Da Rappa]
They say my songs ain't radio-friendly, so they don't play me
I'm on that Gucci, Fendi, bitches steadily envy
I'm all about my loot, niggas calling me pretty
I'm on that Puss In Boots, niggas calling me kitty-kitty
My fat cat got niggas committing murder
Drowning in this pussy is a death you never heard of
I keep it low-key but you can find me in [?]
I rub off, motherfucking jerk-off
I make a rapper upset, piss a DJ off
Niggas mad but fuck that, turn your feelings off
Turn the lights on and see a fucking icon
Not that shit on your iPhone but the shit that Michael Jacks-on
Shade Clock, Kool Keith got me on this motherfucking track but no pimping
I look like an R & B singer, right, but no singing
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