Stratocaster - Godfather Don, Kool Keith

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocas—

I’m a leopard with leper skin, (factual?) that’s steppin' in

I guess they went from mulberry to strawberry

That will show 'em how to use the (?) cock the pen

Pronounce syllables with oxygen

Put laundry on Marie Osmond, watch me bring profits in

Accountant act will come out your esophagus

I can see your wordplay close up like binoculars

Show 'em (?) red wine, go with fish eggs and octopus

I’m a mafia boss, twin brother of Rick Ross

'Til Maybach pull up, I’m givin' out jobs off the books

The see through Bugatti make Danny Green wanna look

You rollin' windows up manual, let me show 'em buttons I push like polygram and

Def Jam

The iron fist I bought from Iron Man on my left hand

Tuxedo made by Vince Camuto

I’m ready to ballroom dance, put Janet somewhere where she won’t panic

Virgins come up first class on Atlantic

Many hopped on Wingo, the Bentley Coupe got me writin' romantic

I’m hyped with nannies, Vanessa Williams in panties

All B-U-S to try an extreme from Sammy’s

Steroid taker with the leather mask… With Maxine

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocas…

Yeah

The bushmaster, we shush disaster like kush and shastas

Unlimited rounds, demented with imminent sounds

The master’s pound is senator-bound

Pretended the crown of a clown with a pen is profound

Walk in the room;

Boom!

Turn the ish to a tomb

Poisonous fumes consume a toy’s voice 'n' his tunes

We sicknesses fake Adidas spitter we slick it in wigs

Ridiculous, he split, it’s a mystery hit

Ominous looks, terrorize a con and his crooks

The dominant don, prominent for (?) with his (jukes?)

Nothin' common;

it’s anonymous

Designin' this nine 'n' it hit ya monitors with timin' that’ll ponder your mind

Remindin' ya spine we tapped it, smacked it around

Like Monica with kanaka shots definin' the crime

I’m the incredible gamma man, roll in the AM van

Eternally fresh, leave ya soul for the ambulance

The day to smash a black-as-Madagascar

As a matter for rappers;

the rash is a graphic disaster

The path of the blast is nasty when slackers are splattered

And they silly chatter shattered, like a stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocaster

Stratocas…