Ultramagnetic Mc's - I'm f**in' Flippin' lyrics

[Kool Keith impersonating a nerdy person plus a racist record label exec] How's the Kool Keith solo project coming along? It's doing great, yeah Bob We promoted a lot of n******gs this year We promoted 'em down the a** We paid a lot of stuff out We lost, we took cutbacks And another n***a is just coming in the industry It's more n******gs to come [Kool Keith as himself] I walked inside, the baldheaded man, the man is psycho This A&R man, he was a white kid named Michael I shot him eight times, blank up in the f**in face I murder staff, the company I burn this place No time for management, what, who wanna stop the sicko? Mad I'm crazy, yo cops better s** my dicko You know I pack mac-10's, yo f** the F.B.I I'm bringin two vans, grenades and another guy I'm cold shootin, I'm bustin in your ambulance Pop pop pop pop, you shake and do a rain dance Who got the murder case, who got the murder face I walk in companies boom and blow my triggers off Uncle Toms, savage whites and the n***as off You talkin blank blank blank and all that street sh** Distinctive breaks, freestyle, I'm on some other sh** I'm throwin big bombs, grenades at the firetruck [repeat 4X] Yeah, I'm f**in flippin [Kool Keith] I'm buckin everywhere, people are dyin, you call emergency I got my mask and motherf**ers don't know it's me I'm shootin gla** out, people bring your a** out I see executives runnin, they comin fast out Please, please, I'll f**in shoot him in his knees And burn up the elevator, now try to f** with these Pow pow pow, I'm shootin like a wild cow Chocolate cow, the dog is goin BOW WOW The cats are runnin everywhere, people panic You white and black Uncle Tom, watch me motherf**er I ain't no s**er, I'm still f**in shootin I got hostages up here, f** you, call the cops Yeah I know I keep movin, buckin my sh**, the staff dyin You can't stop me you f**in devil and a lion [repeat 5X] Yeah, I'm f**in flippin [Kool Keith] Yeah... (send more cars!) ... I'm on your floor, call up the cops, I shoot the phone Zip code f** you in the morning bullet zone I walk in Radio City, I spray the Grammy's I'd rather go out, piss some groupies in some panties You know I'm not goin h*mo, on that singer sh** I'm on that gunsmoke sh**, I'm on that swinger sh** And f** you groups out there, and all that happy sh** I rap like a pimp, that's right I'm on some daddy sh** You b**hes got deals, and started out s**in dick I'm kickin windows, the motherf**in psycho clique I blow your face off you punk, and my dick get hard f** with my program, I'm mad and my stick get hard You want some sh**, yo Moe, go get the streetsweeper Artists are nervous, beepin on my beeper [repeat 8X] Yeah, I'm f**in flippin [Outro] Keith, Keith please come out, come out This is Detective Goodman from the New York City Police Department We need you to come out now with your hands up and your weapons down Please release the hostages, the people have done you no wrong Let them goooooooooo! [Kool Keith] No! [Kool Keith impersonating a TV reporter] Live, Channel 2 News, Jim Jensen A man down here with a bald head Furiously shooting, eating bananas Looking out the windows, s**ing lollipops Spitting on people and telling them, to go away And as he fiercely shoots, live We bring you this special 2 News report