Happy New Year - Kool Keith, Kutmasta Kurt

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 black mask

And no underwear, the master of domination

Kool Keith

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 come 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 their 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…

Happy new yeaaaarr!

(The player’s ball, sex convention)

Happy new yeaaaarr!

(Y'all want the sugar stick?)

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 a cape card

Freaky red hair, doggy style with her nipples hard

I’m drinkin' Snapple, blowin' rectums out the rotten apple

Niggas 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 girl’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

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)

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, your style’s out like pay lay

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 niggas at Paragon

With 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' flowers

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?)