Wheelchair Beast - Kool Keith, Prince Metropolis Known

I’m a skinhead walking around with a Black leather jacket

A black dog losing his hair cause his tail is wagging

Got the coat long to the floor

Garlic from pizza coming through my pores

My girl work in a hearse

She shows people on funeral tours

Cook tahini at night in a nightgown

For handicap nigga that’s stay over the house

You wear hospital alertness trousers

Wait for him to cash that goddamn check

He got disability power

He dance with one leg, with crutches in the shower

He’s a beast in the projects the kids love him

The cops bug him

Cats they try to mug him

Amputated arms

He played drums with no arms

Holding sticks with nubs

Kids say «Mommy where his fingers got cut off»

Slick wid it

Amazons and bangers and lizards

Bunting your crew, pick twizzlers

Long legged thingy broads with Day’o with the Stars

It’s persistent

Fall out the gang

Lose every digit

Moschino misfits

Sweaters from Bally’s in Switzerland

Disappear in Thailand

Find me with 30 freaks in a hotel missing

I feel more about different bitches

Different attitudes

Slip silk, flip the angle

How I planned it

Have the game choked out and strangled

Until you not stressing to comprehend my mission

Nigga I switch up and replace you with a meatball Italian broad

Draped and collecting again

Keith it true the flow about the wheelchair

I feel for exquisite women, diva perfume and pretty hair

And eyes like flares

Gucci girl

Maybelline eyeshadow

Full body wax and

Elizabeth Arden mascaro

Get my attention, don’t be fooled

Your toe ring could incite me and make me drool

I’m disgusted to the nature

I’m a male chauvinist, the best alpha male

Hit me on my gmail