[Intro: Kool Keith]
Live from Las Vegas
Butt-naked condom tour
Starring Veronica Brazil, Lisa Rio
Angel Kelly, Randy De Troit
Ron Hightower and Sean Michaels
Special guest, wearing a black mask
And no underwear, the master of domination
Kool Keith

[Verse 1]
You slept on me kid, yo, you wasn't thinkin'
I caught your style off guard, your girl's coochie stinkin'
I got the fuel for the fire when I burn your rectum
MC's are doo-doo, they're wack, I'mma stop and check them
Hold your horse, I'm comin' through like a mental rhino
All you rappers' butt, you constipated on your vinyl
Not hardcore, ballerinas on your last tour
MC's get wrecked with medicate, get their anus checked
No doubt about it, witchcraft, y'all know I studied voodoo
MC's are tin cans, I will heat some chicken noodle
Throw down pounds and bake your whole damn suburban town
In my building, droppin' beans out the project window
Rapper's looking good with pink mics, 'cause they pussy willow
I'm Mr. Ajax with spots on your ass-crack
Rappers think they sound good with crippled styles on gay tracks
Don't let your friends soup you up, suck the scrotum
Check it y'all...
[Chorus]
Happy new yeaaaarr! (The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (Y'all want the sugar stick?)

[Verse 2]
I get stupid, comin' on top, you're on the way down
MC's catch Amtrak, your girl is on the Greyhound
Touchin' my ride, on the highway on to Cape Cod
Freaky red hair, doggy style with her nipples hard
I'm drinkin' Snapple, blowin' rectums out the rotten apple
N***as got styles like rock, dirt, mouth full with gravel
I got rumors for your anal tissue, brain tumors
Funky like your buttcrack that stain on your wife's bloomers
I don't care, droppin' heat, I like your rectum missile
Rappers get caught like women do without toilet tissue
Butt out cold, you're freezin' up, watch your booty fold
With mass confusion, release from the institution
I leave like two girls kissin', God knows it's confusin'
With no Roger funk, baboon sounds in my trunk
Animal skills that stretch here to Oakland Hills

[Chorus]
Happy new yeaaaarr! (The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (Y'all want the sugar stick?)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (The player's ball, sex convention)
[Verse 3]
Imagine you try to step, you soft, double-wrapped fruitcake
I'mma fry ass tonight like mom do with shake and bake
Then light the Mets, maxin' home-runs off your rectum jets
Bronx-style kid, my whole steelo, Yankee Stadium
You hype and you vex, you droppin' doo-doo on your Ampex
Your girl's with Kenny, New Jersey Nets, havin' anal sex
Rappers wanna play me like guitars, ukulele
I get west-Indian kid, yo' style's out like Pelé
Have you runnin' fast with mics, just like off the ash
I set your style up, my shield up like Farrakhan
I blow up on n***as, like who's down cruisin' Paragon
With ski-masks I wear, I pee in cracks, soak your girl's hair
Golden showers like Russell Simmons' models stay for hours
Rappers with no power on the plane, sniffin' flours

[Chorus]
Happy new yeaaaarr! (The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (Y'all want the sugar stick?)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (The player's ball, sex convention)
Happy new yeaaaarr! (Y'all want the sugar stick?)

[Outro]