[Kool Keith]
This for all you m************ bitin my s***e s***
Get off my d***, I was born on Jupiter
[K] Yeah! Throwin the monkey-f*****-wrench in the business
[K] Yeah; all that trendy s*** out there
[T] That old fake s***
[K] So regular
[T] That common s***
[K] s*** that stink
[T] Word up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this, haha
[T] This is how we do
[K] Yeah
[T] Every, every day all day, haha
[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my b****, picture Kodak
n***** be talkin like they hard, they f***** a**crack
[Tim] These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith
I shoulda take a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW!
[Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin s***
With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin s***
[Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my d*** like it's fog
Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
[Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in p***
When I hit your city, your area, blow your r*****
[Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is c**ture
[Kool Keith]
Take out your whole backpiece, blow your f***** spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back
I'm up close like acne pimples in your a** crack
Atomic workout, strategy for f***** jerks
Your album's b*******, overused with inserts
Still light up s*** point blank like f***** fireworks
n***** get busted cause half fights(?) for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how your s*** sound?
I'm not followin m************..
[Chorus: Tim Dog + Kool Keith]
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
How many n***** is on our d***? (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
n***** on some Ultra s*** .. (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
How many n***** is on our d***? (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
[Chorus last line #1]
(Get off the d***!) n***** on some Ultra s*** (For life)
[Tim Dog]
God d*** it's a brand new year
Comin back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps
Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's like that
You want your mic back; b**** you're gonna have to fight back
Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and
n***** f***** with D-O-G, is like McNeely f***** with Mike Tyson
I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me ginsu
n***** get me amped, watch me get mental
Perplexed I project my lyrical context
Bust nuts in rappers a*** cause it's better than s**
Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. Cool J
I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a scholar
n***** s*** is so wack I wouldn't pay a f***** dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) f*** it
[Chorus]
[Chorus last line #2]
n***** on some Ultra s*** (Get off the d***!)
[Kool Keith]
Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're b***naked standin on the street
a** out cold, my target blows out your r***** hole
n***** get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy style just like h*****
No soft samples, corny loops, f*** fiddler!
n***** get carried away with basic s***, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits
Ex-lax reveal your steelo's got the s****
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, f***** catch the bus
n***** already been through sad stories; f*** y'all Gus
Yeah I don't give a f*** about the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a f***
Cal(?)DeJade I don't give a f***, any snare, whatever
Distinctive loop, f*** it all
m************ can go search downtown
and find all these records if you want; I don't give a f***!
This for all you m************ bitin my s***e s***
Get off my d***, I was born on Jupiter
[K] Yeah! Throwin the monkey-f*****-wrench in the business
[K] Yeah; all that trendy s*** out there
[T] That old fake s***
[K] So regular
[T] That common s***
[K] s*** that stink
[T] Word up
[K] Do this!
[T] Like you knew this, haha
[T] This is how we do
[K] Yeah
[T] Every, every day all day, haha
[Keith] All you rappers are wack on my b****, picture Kodak
n***** be talkin like they hard, they f***** a**crack
[Tim] These wack MC's tryin to sound like Kool Keith
I shoulda take a bat and knocked out they front teeth, POW!
[Keith] From New York to Cali MC's keep poppin s***
With messed up grammar, your weak style ain't stoppin s***
[Tim] Rappers nowadays clog my d*** like it's fog
Ever since I came out, everybody want to be a Dog
[Keith] You on my list, your project building just drowned in p***
When I hit your city, your area, blow your r*****
[Tim] I got that hardcore, rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense I ignore, Tim Dog is c**ture
[Kool Keith]
Take out your whole backpiece, blow your f***** spectrum
Wipe off your shirt, your style is baby doo-doo squirt
I don't care, beware, smell smoke watch your back
I'm up close like acne pimples in your a** crack
Atomic workout, strategy for f***** jerks
Your album's b*******, overused with inserts
Still light up s*** point blank like f***** fireworks
n***** get busted cause half fights(?) for Greyhound
Penalties are deadly for quality, how your s*** sound?
I'm not followin m************..
[Chorus: Tim Dog + Kool Keith]
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
How many n***** is on our d***? (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
n***** on some Ultra s*** .. (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
How many n***** is on our d***? (Get off the d***!)
n***** on some Ultra s***, n***** on some Ultra s***
[Chorus last line #1]
(Get off the d***!) n***** on some Ultra s*** (For life)
[Tim Dog]
God d*** it's a brand new year
Comin back with the full packed mac, bustin off with the raw raps
Rippin rappers out the frame, cause it's like that
You want your mic back; b**** you're gonna have to fight back
Raise up, raise up, if you're nice and
n***** f***** with D-O-G, is like McNeely f***** with Mike Tyson
I'm slicin, dicin MC's, they call me ginsu
n***** get me amped, watch me get mental
Perplexed I project my lyrical context
Bust nuts in rappers a*** cause it's better than s**
Hey yo I'm mad, and "I'm Bad", like Mr. Cool J
I'm back with my man Kool Keith, hip-hop hoo-hooray
Get down, for my crown, cause I'm a scholar
n***** s*** is so wack I wouldn't pay a f***** dollar, holla
(Hooooooo!) f*** it
[Chorus]
[Chorus last line #2]
n***** on some Ultra s*** (Get off the d***!)
[Kool Keith]
Clench up tight, them champagne rhymes won't work tonight
Just raw beat, you're b***naked standin on the street
a** out cold, my target blows out your r***** hole
n***** get flushed like wet Pampers down the commode
German warfare, crazy style just like h*****
No soft samples, corny loops, f*** fiddler!
n***** get carried away with basic s***, every day
Useless mics, and vinyl time a bunch of wack skits
Ex-lax reveal your steelo's got the s****
Pack a bag, zip up your drama, f***** catch the bus
n***** already been through sad stories; f*** y'all Gus
Yeah I don't give a f*** about the sunny Stet(?) drums
Who's usin the Alfonso Moons, whatever I don't give a f***
Cal(?)DeJade I don't give a f***, any snare, whatever
Distinctive loop, f*** it all
m************ can go search downtown
and find all these records if you want; I don't give a f***!