| Song | Conceited Bastard |
| Artist | Ras Kass |
| Album | Rasassination (The End) (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Austin, Juarez | |
| Verse 1: I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit) | |
| I make up like foundation, now who you facing? | |
| The waterproof emcee, | |
| Ras blessed the mic faster than | |
| Ramadan in mach 3 | |
| Get off my dick, nigga | |
| And tell your bitch to come here | |
| And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard (Yeah) | |
| Fa sheezy, articulate drama | |
| Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas | |
| I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry | |
| Whippin' a | |
| BMW 540-I (drunk driving Miss Daisy) | |
| Devil in a blue dress packing heat | |
| While I'm doing doughnuts in the middle of the street | |
| My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars | |
| Jah-hah (plus some other middle east dialect) | |
| Get it popping like | |
| Felicia and | |
| Amhad Rashad | |
| Keep my game face on like a goalie | |
| So stick yourself, | |
| Pretty Tony | |
| Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard (8x) | |
| Verse 2: (We still got some non-believers) | |
| So I'ma drop the bomb | |
| Like the one-armed wide reciever | |
| See we be off the hook like (busy signal from phone) | |
| Criminally insana, my brain do the | |
| Macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer | |
| Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer | |
| Wouldn't swallow my tongue at a seizure | |
| Speak my mind at my leisure | |
| Living singe with more hoes than | |
| Khadijah And when | |
| I'm bent, it's the circus without a tent | |
| Clowning all baby-face ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent | |
| Give a chicken six cents for | |
| Gucci boots (Hell no!) | |
| I rather mop the floor at a peep show | |
| What part of "I'm the shit?" don't you understand? (Gooby bitch) | |
| Your favorite rapper is a | |
| Ras Kass fan | |
| So, how many dykes do | |
| I flip on the daily? | |
| Many money, just give me plenty | |
| Henny Remmy | |
| Chorus: 8x again | |
| Verse 3: (Well, that's true) | |
| Damn, skippy | |
| I put that on everything | |
| I love Like when | |
| Lucy was fucking | |
| Ricky Got more stripes than | |
| Adidas I'm cavy like fish fetus | |
| See money snit and bullshit out-run cheetahs | |
| Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism | |
| Indo got you believing what your pen do | |
| Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do | |
| With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7-up can | |
| My man, understand, | |
| I got connections | |
| So much doe in my pocket, | |
| I give my girl a yeast infection | |
| I'm big-headed like babies with down syndrome | |
| Is you a playa from the | |
| Himalyas with | |
| Jerome-rome | |
| This one girl tried to | |
| Billy Jean me | |
| But I was wearing two rubbers | |
| So name that nigga, | |
| Whodini (laughing) | |
| Controversal reversal, this is my planet | |
| You just a | |
| Reebok commercial | |
| Chorus What, nigga, check, check, yeah | |
| Uh, huh, yeah, yeah | |
| This goes out to all the critics | |
| You can suck the didick | |
| Check this out for all the bitches to the radio | |
| Don't hate me though, you don't know me |
| zuo qu : Austin, Juarez | |
| Verse 1: I created verbnoun ??? The most beautifullest shit | |
| I make up like foundation, now who you facing? | |
| The waterproof emcee, | |
| Ras blessed the mic faster than | |
| Ramadan in mach 3 | |
| Get off my dick, nigga | |
| And tell your bitch to come here | |
| And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard Yeah | |
| Fa sheezy, articulate drama | |
| Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas | |
| I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry | |
| Whippin' a | |
| BMW 540I drunk driving Miss Daisy | |
| Devil in a blue dress packing heat | |
| While I' m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street | |
| My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars | |
| Jahhah plus some other middle east dialect | |
| Get it popping like | |
| Felicia and | |
| Amhad Rashad | |
| Keep my game face on like a goalie | |
| So stick yourself, | |
| Pretty Tony | |
| Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard 8x | |
| Verse 2: We still got some nonbelievers | |
| So I' ma drop the bomb | |
| Like the onearmed wide reciever | |
| See we be off the hook like busy signal from phone | |
| Criminally insana, my brain do the | |
| Macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer | |
| Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer | |
| Wouldn' t swallow my tongue at a seizure | |
| Speak my mind at my leisure | |
| Living singe with more hoes than | |
| Khadijah And when | |
| I' m bent, it' s the circus without a tent | |
| Clowning all babyface ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent | |
| Give a chicken six cents for | |
| Gucci boots Hell no! | |
| I rather mop the floor at a peep show | |
| What part of " I' m the shit?" don' t you understand? Gooby bitch | |
| Your favorite rapper is a | |
| Ras Kass fan | |
| So, how many dykes do | |
| I flip on the daily? | |
| Many money, just give me plenty | |
| Henny Remmy | |
| Chorus: 8x again | |
| Verse 3: Well, that' s true | |
| Damn, skippy | |
| I put that on everything | |
| I love Like when | |
| Lucy was fucking | |
| Ricky Got more stripes than | |
| Adidas I' m cavy like fish fetus | |
| See money snit and bullshit outrun cheetahs | |
| Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism | |
| Indo got you believing what your pen do | |
| Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do | |
| With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7up can | |
| My man, understand, | |
| I got connections | |
| So much doe in my pocket, | |
| I give my girl a yeast infection | |
| I' m bigheaded like babies with down syndrome | |
| Is you a playa from the | |
| Himalyas with | |
| Jeromerome | |
| This one girl tried to | |
| Billy Jean me | |
| But I was wearing two rubbers | |
| So name that nigga, | |
| Whodini laughing | |
| Controversal reversal, this is my planet | |
| You just a | |
| Reebok commercial | |
| Chorus What, nigga, check, check, yeah | |
| Uh, huh, yeah, yeah | |
| This goes out to all the critics | |
| You can suck the didick | |
| Check this out for all the bitches to the radio | |
| Don' t hate me though, you don' t know me |
| zuò qǔ : Austin, Juarez | |
| Verse 1: I created verbnoun ??? The most beautifullest shit | |
| I make up like foundation, now who you facing? | |
| The waterproof emcee, | |
| Ras blessed the mic faster than | |
| Ramadan in mach 3 | |
| Get off my dick, nigga | |
| And tell your bitch to come here | |
| And stick your dick in your eardrum and fuck what you heard Yeah | |
| Fa sheezy, articulate drama | |
| Multiple lacerations between consecutive commas | |
| I like my ill nana wet, my martini dry | |
| Whippin' a | |
| BMW 540I drunk driving Miss Daisy | |
| Devil in a blue dress packing heat | |
| While I' m doing doughnuts in the middle of the street | |
| My middle east metaphors motivate religious wars | |
| Jahhah plus some other middle east dialect | |
| Get it popping like | |
| Felicia and | |
| Amhad Rashad | |
| Keep my game face on like a goalie | |
| So stick yourself, | |
| Pretty Tony | |
| Chorus: You, you are, you conceited bastard 8x | |
| Verse 2: We still got some nonbelievers | |
| So I' ma drop the bomb | |
| Like the onearmed wide reciever | |
| See we be off the hook like busy signal from phone | |
| Criminally insana, my brain do the | |
| Macarena Attack the varicose vanity who spin cancer | |
| Rhetorical question, a hypothetical answer | |
| Wouldn' t swallow my tongue at a seizure | |
| Speak my mind at my leisure | |
| Living singe with more hoes than | |
| Khadijah And when | |
| I' m bent, it' s the circus without a tent | |
| Clowning all babyface ass niggas who love hoes and pay rent | |
| Give a chicken six cents for | |
| Gucci boots Hell no! | |
| I rather mop the floor at a peep show | |
| What part of " I' m the shit?" don' t you understand? Gooby bitch | |
| Your favorite rapper is a | |
| Ras Kass fan | |
| So, how many dykes do | |
| I flip on the daily? | |
| Many money, just give me plenty | |
| Henny Remmy | |
| Chorus: 8x again | |
| Verse 3: Well, that' s true | |
| Damn, skippy | |
| I put that on everything | |
| I love Like when | |
| Lucy was fucking | |
| Ricky Got more stripes than | |
| Adidas I' m cavy like fish fetus | |
| See money snit and bullshit outrun cheetahs | |
| Too much perputrating, not enough lyricism | |
| Indo got you believing what your pen do | |
| Faking pugilism, the evil you claim you and your man do | |
| With a gloc, when you least likely to red dot a 7up can | |
| My man, understand, | |
| I got connections | |
| So much doe in my pocket, | |
| I give my girl a yeast infection | |
| I' m bigheaded like babies with down syndrome | |
| Is you a playa from the | |
| Himalyas with | |
| Jeromerome | |
| This one girl tried to | |
| Billy Jean me | |
| But I was wearing two rubbers | |
| So name that nigga, | |
| Whodini laughing | |
| Controversal reversal, this is my planet | |
| You just a | |
| Reebok commercial | |
| Chorus What, nigga, check, check, yeah | |
| Uh, huh, yeah, yeah | |
| This goes out to all the critics | |
| You can suck the didick | |
| Check this out for all the bitches to the radio | |
| Don' t hate me though, you don' t know me |