[Intro: Kool A.D.]
Mm hmm
Rap… rap...
Yo yo yo yo yo…
Yeah
Oh my god, oh shit oh shit…
Oh god, oh my god…
Oh shit, rapping…
Rapping, rapping...
(You’re gonna like this one, man)
Oh shit, rapping
(Don’t do it yet, no no no…)
Okay, no no no...
Chill chill chill…
(Alright, yo)
When does this shit… actually…
When does it start
(Yeah, hold on)
Alright, oh, okay, right
Oh, okay, yeah
(Go)
Check it out

[Kool A.D.]
Post shit up
Ready for the close-up
Yo what’s up
Yogi Berra
Eugene R. Pera
Afuera
[?]
We are only [?]
Pass the fifth
It’s your mom I’m with
Sorry that was stupid and dumb
Just loop it and run
Juice in the rum
Usually loose in the tongue
Shout to R. Kelly’s parents
I don’t know them but I feel like they might be nice people
Is that weird to say?
Brown college kids:
Drop out, grow a beard today
Then shave the beard off
And then throw the beard away
White chocolate candy type
Profit dandy type
Wrote this on a carcass of a lion by candlelight (spooky)
Masculine, feminine, [sandal light?]
What up people? (hey)
Demand your rights (whoa)
Put a gun in your hand and fight (go)
The man that you...
Damn the man, right?
Uhh, I don’t know
Stand in the damn light
No shirt, no shoes, no problem (whoa)
My body is like a weapon
Like the godson
Peace to [Lexi?], Paul Wall’s dead Texas
Burger King
Murder Dog Magazine up in the limousine
[?] mega genesis
Banana chips
Umberto Ecco the Dolphin
Dolph Lundgren
Hungry Man
Hello, London
What’s thumpin’?
Alex Hamilton copping a grip on frozen dumplings
You bugging, I’m shrugging eating Munchkins
From Dunskins...
Donuts
At least it’s something
I’m a grown-up now
Y’know? Doing my thing
Check it out
Yo yo yo yo
Chungking Wong Kar-wai my car fly
Fifth Element Taxi Cab Confession
Love lesson
Is all fair in love and war
All beauty is repurposed weapons
All weapons are repurposed beauty
All cutie patooties are war machines
Name of the scoring team
I am fantasy sports made flesh
Pissing confetti from your tape deck
Break necks and break neck braces on a daily basises
It pays to be amazingly vaporless
Gaze into my Dazed and Confused LaserDisc
Take a shit
Date yourself
Make a fist
Lift another finger
Take a sniff
Take a taste of it (whoa)
Hey, I’m rich
Yeah, to do the knowledge plus my college was a
Cake or kicking session
With wicked lessons
I’m Chris Isaak under your eyelids
Phosphene (shut up)
Boss mean
Yes
The Yes Men are not [seen?], yes (So?)
[?] need thinkers or stinkers to some
Winkers to chums
Type to give they old sneakers to bums
Okay, just do whatever, man