No Stress - Kool Keith

No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure

Blow your asshole out like Vanessa

I’ma jerk off on your little Casio sound

Throw your keyboards into the wall, piss on your perception

Cut off your dial tone, veto your collect call

Shit on your best creation

Ask the generous family, I’ma shit on your extravagant demonstration

Damage your tuxedo vest, come like your tuxedo fresh

Point the index finger, aim twice, aim nice

Put your asshole on the shelf for a 99 cent price

Five minutes to light up your ass like Uncle Ben rice

Carolina in the burgundy and white box

You can’t eat Uncle Ben twice

It’s like seein the fucked up jaw, on Uncle Ken twice

The pop-o-lar pissmaster, Kool Keith

A.K.A., the lineup on the list master

You heard «Spankmaster,» but what about the Shitmaster?

Defecate on your chest, leave you frontline niggas with asthma

Anything shitty comin on the radio

I break the Sony and JVC component set, and turn off you bastards

Eliminate your vision on TV

Flat screen, your wall unit, turn that bitch backwards

I fast forward your shit, count myself the green

Wristband around my head, block your fuckin dunk shot

Haunt you from the past like Sydney Wicks

With apples and grape Now or Laters

Break you motherfuckers in half like chico stix

MC toys, DJ put 'em together

I tell 'em straight fuck the Coleco mix

Motherfuckers wanna rap about space helmets and shit

You can’t tell me shit

Give me the letters nigga, can’t even spell me the shit

All rappers run they fuckin lips

I work that motherfuckin microphone

Fuck showin you the skill, you cocaine-ass nigga

You blow and you feel, skinny legs motherfucker

I’m showin you real, I’m showin you deal

My style choco

No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure

Blow your asshole out like Vanessa

No stress, cholesterol

No stress, cholesterol, high blood pressure

Blow your asshole out like Vanessa

No stress, cholesterol