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Lyrics for Conceited Bastard by Ras Kass:
| | | Artist: | Ras Kass |
| | Album: | Rassassination | | Track: | Conceited Bastard | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 91 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1:
I created verb noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit)
I make up
like foundation now who you facing?
The waterproof emcee
Ras blessed the mic
faster than Ramadan in mach 3
Get off my dick nigga
And tell your bitch to come
here
And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah)
Fa sheezy
articulate drama
Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas
I like my ill nana
wet, my martini dry
Whippin' a BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy)
Devil in a blue
dress packing heat
While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street
My middle
east metaphors motivate religious wars
Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect)
Get it popping like Felicia and Amhad Rashad
Keep my game face on like a Goat
So
stick yourself, Pretty Tony
Chorus:
You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x)
Verse 2:
(We still got some non-believers) So I'ma drop the
bomb
Like the one-armed wide reciever
See we be off the hook like (busy signal from
phone)
Criminally insana, my brain do the Macarena
Attack the varicose vanity who
spin cancer
Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer
Wouldn't swallow my tongue at
a seizure
Speak my mind at my leisure
Living singe with more hoes than Khadijah
And when I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent
Clowning all baby-face ass niggas
who love hoes and pay rent
Give a chicken six cents for Gucci boots (Hell no!)
I
rather mop the floor at a peep show
What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand?
(Gooby bitch)
Your favorite rapper is a Ras Kass fan
So, how many dykes do I flip on
the daily?
Many money, just give me plenty Henny Remmy
Chorus: 8x again
Verse 3:
(Well, that's true) Damn, skippy
I put that on
everything I love
Like when Lucy was fucking Ricky
Got more stripes than Adidas
I'm cavy like fish fetus
See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs
Too
much perputrating, not enough lyricism
Indo got you believing what your pen do
Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do
With a gloc, when you least likely
to red dot a 7-up can
My man, understand, I got connections
So much doe in my
pocket, I give my girl a yeast infection
I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome
Is you a playa from the Himalyas with Jerome-rome
This one girl tried to Billy Jean
me
But I was wearing two rubbers
So name that nigga, Whodini (laughing)
Controversal reversal, this is my planet
You just a Reebok commercial
Chorus
What, nigga, check, check, yeah
Uh, huh, yeah, yeah
This goes out to
all the critics
You can suck the didick
Check this out for all the bitches to the
radio
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