Ras Kass Lyrics

Album: Rasassination

Conceited Bastard 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 

Don't hate me though, you don't know me