Στοίχοι: Kool Keith. Sex Style. Intro.
This is the intro
Why are you looking hard
With a hood on and Timberland boots
Staring at me for one hour
When you could walk up and shake my hand? Why?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
With the fish lens effects? Why?
Why do you walk in the clubs
With thirty people around you
And stand in the corner
With big bodyguards for no reason? Why?
Why do you pull up in valet parking
With your Benz that is rented?
Fronting on a cellular phone
That doesn't work, why?
Why are you smirking up your face
Making obnoxious facial scenes
Like I supposed to be scared
(Supposed to be scared)
Why?
(Why?)
Who are you?
(Who are you?)
I circle like sharks while y'all panic
I cruise the Atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out
Human from the earth planet
That's right, tomorrow I plan to boo
Your shows in the Apollo
You follow in the crowd
The audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending
Resending you the first verse
That you was worse
A drag queen with a purse, unrehearsed
Don't try to reverse
Harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency
Non-wrapable comics
And half of y'all out there got me vomitin'
(Bleh)
Turnin' islamic and dominican
Indian, Cambodian, watchin' nickelodeon TV
You see me lookin' at me grabbin' my pee-pee
Y'all still sleepy
With hard faces tryin' to look creepy?
You are the monsters of the original Mr. Softie
Ice cream trucks
Open your eyes, tell me, why can't you see?
Why are you hating the player?
Why can't you see that your fakin' is weak?
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
Why? Your exaggeration perpetration levels
Are at exaggerating full speed
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
Hey Keith, we are the official haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
In which you witness the most salt shaking
Behind your back speaking
Record criticizing cock blocking
In the club costume jewelry wearing
Valet parked Lexus renting
Undercover, star-struck
No game having fake Versace shirt wearing
Motel hell living
False Muslim being, jungle fever having
Pork eating demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to bring you down
If you can evade this evil, you will be the man
Why are you looking hard
With a hood on and Timberland boots
Staring at me for one hour
When you could walk up and shake my hand? Why?
Why are you making those mean faces in your videos
With the fish lens effects? Why?
Why do you walk in the clubs
With thirty people around you
And stand in the corner
With big bodyguards for no reason? Why?
Why do you pull up in valet parking
With your Benz that is rented?
Fronting on a cellular phone
That doesn't work, why?
Why are you smirking up your face
Making obnoxious facial scenes
Like I supposed to be scared
(Supposed to be scared)
Why?
(Why?)
Who are you?
(Who are you?)
I circle like sharks while y'all panic
I cruise the Atlantic
Y'all think I'm spaced out
Human from the earth planet
That's right, tomorrow I plan to boo
Your shows in the Apollo
You follow in the crowd
The audience is hollow
Never ending while I'm mind bending
Resending you the first verse
That you was worse
A drag queen with a purse, unrehearsed
Don't try to reverse
Harsh words send you to a nurse
Emergency with urgency
Non-wrapable comics
And half of y'all out there got me vomitin'
(Bleh)
Turnin' islamic and dominican
Indian, Cambodian, watchin' nickelodeon TV
You see me lookin' at me grabbin' my pee-pee
Y'all still sleepy
With hard faces tryin' to look creepy?
You are the monsters of the original Mr. Softie
Ice cream trucks
Open your eyes, tell me, why can't you see?
Why are you hating the player?
Why can't you see that your fakin' is weak?
Open your eyes, tell me why can't you see?
Why? Your exaggeration perpetration levels
Are at exaggerating full speed
Why must I answer to you evil monsters?
Hey Keith, we are the official haters
And you have sunken into the official hating zone
In which you witness the most salt shaking
Behind your back speaking
Record criticizing cock blocking
In the club costume jewelry wearing
Valet parked Lexus renting
Undercover, star-struck
No game having fake Versace shirt wearing
Motel hell living
False Muslim being, jungle fever having
Pork eating demon people
Our purpose here on your planet is to bring you down
If you can evade this evil, you will be the man
Kool Keith