There are desires that we all want to achieve, but remember respect is most greatest to receive.
I won't say I'm the baddest, or portray that role, But I'm in the top 2, and my father's gettin' old.
If you are what you eat then feed me dope.
It's hard making a woman your wife when you've been humpin married women for most of your life
Take a stand and command to demand what's grand.
Control what I hold and of course be the boss of myself, no-one else will bring my wealth.
I get physical, mystical, very artistical... Giving party people something funky to listen to.
You gotta school these young macks comin' up today... I mean to be 'frank', they just hot dogs, The girls are relish, and they need to catchup on they pimpin'.
Yo, I'm the illest. Plus I know more different strokes than Arnold and Willis.
Rappers act so wild, and love to profile, Frontin' hard, but ain't got no style.
No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin', gainin'...So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.
When you teach her that hoe mentality, they accept that as reality.
Stepping to me? Yo, that's the wrong move. So what you on, hobbs, dope or dog food?
There's no time for conversation dear, moan is all I want to hear.
I like to make them wait, then I make them beg. And when I take off my clothes, then I form a third leg.
Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail, Eat a whole fish except for the tail. Keep food in the fridge so it don't get stale, And when there's nothing to eat...I bite my nails.
So put a quarter in your ass Cuz ya played ya'self
My name ain't Keith, so could you lease stop Sweatin' me.
I take them 8 to 80, dumb, crippled, and crazy. Crisp and clean with no caffeine, and a pair of spandex or either tight jeans.
When I hit the skins they all say, 'Damn Kane... You knock out the Bush like a presidential campaign!'
Pushers don't pay taxes.
Plenty poisoned minds of the people are ours. Slaves, from mental death.
I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
I guess you're not gonna be happy til' it's for real. Four year old kids, doing drive-bys on Big Wheels.
Your so bitter, like kitty litter.
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