Black Sheriff - Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt

Yeah, Kool Keith live, 1998

New York City all the way out to California

Showin' the mechanics, yeah (Okay, you think I’m jokin'?)

I catch your crew outthink

You sleepin', kid, on toilet-seats

Bring the ruckus, I vomit throwup on your beats

Ironically you stand with my urination liquid

Chicken-faced at Popeye’s, you bums want my biscuit

Feel free to MC, you lose — lick my pee

Drink my nuts like Barbie dolls, leave my sperm on bust

That’s worth a dookie

Yo big-head, I’m comin' spooky

Rubbin' yo' hot-wings with grease, south, west, and east

Country folks, my penis grows, swing like Michael Dokes

X-ray vision, foreskin, taste my circumcision

Y’all know I don’t play, I watch a ukelele

I jam like dad in your cracks, you bound to get your wedgie

Open your back up, let styles penetrate up in you

You won’t rap for long with anal burns, can’t continue

Coughin' your face up, your girl’s here, I can replace her

Put on my mask, Ka-BOOM, and laser-beam that ass

Operation-socket, you robots, you doo-doo lock it

Programmed by machines — yo' rectum full of Vaseline

Shame on you, your gonorrhea can’t stop the voodoo

Y’all prepared for rubber toys for your atmosphere?

Suck it for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

Turn the fan on, I smell feet, you rap thinkin'

Caught your girlfriend in the midsection, her pubic-hair stinkin'

You know my program, the Fleetwood, the purple Brougham

Mac-daddy riches puttin' contracts on all you snitches

Like danger your coffin’s ready, smoke 100 cents

Fight off your hemorroids, you wind up takin' steroids

Got you worried 'bout crackheads I paid to pull the pistol

You get caught naked, wrapped in some Scotty-tissue

With 8 mics I shove my balls in the sauce as you

That’s with the herb and the local groups I keep servin'

Bustin' yo puss out and panties like I’m penicillin

Boy, in cycle, with three texts the feds know I’m illin'

Cuttin' your roots out for captain hats, major-clout

I be trippin', blaw-blaw, catchin' rappers slippin'

Burnin' Ku Klux Klan rags and ride on mags, marchin' with fire

To make your anus cross retire

With black sheets, my face covered, I torch the streets

Walk through your projects with cheese out, demand your checks

Section 8 will demonstrate why you ovulate

I masturbate and jerk off and eat my cum straight

On plastic kneecaps I blow my mucus on your raps (Take it how you want it,

gorilla)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

See the scenery, my testicles out, machinery

Find a rapper that’s out with tampons you think is bad as me

Suck my nudie, your pork-wrench, the rap style is doo-doo

Hamster-feed, no medicine, your group is bird seed

That’s in my pension, your wife will lose her hair extensions

Jump out the barber shop with high heels and lick my cock

Eat out my pelvis with white collars dressed like Elvis

Bigger than Hootie, I amputate the blowfish

Blonde-headed pale girls, knock-kneed can’t dance to this

I pee in my laundry and lobbys and leave the room sloppy

We use rubbers and condoms — the covers smell like tires

You can’t hide them flat butts and bums like Mariah

I pull the skin off your skull and add the medication

You get Vics cough drops — your face is on vacation

That’s word I’m movin', your whack style is not improvin' (Not improvin', yeah)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

I’m the mayor of the east, black sheriff of the west

Step up with drama, you bound to get your face test

Bald headed wigs and weaves, sport your wooden vest (Throw a gun in yo' face)

(I'm bound to slip and throw a gun in yo' face. You think I’m jokin'?)