How's the Kool Kidz solo
project coming along?
It's doing great, yeah,
but we promoted a lot of niggas this year.
We promoted them down the ass.
We paid a lot of stuff out.
We lost, took cutbacks.
And another nigga is just
coming in the industry.
There's more nig
gas to come.
I walked inside, the boy -headed man,
the maddest psycho.
This A &R man,
he was a white kid named Michael.
I shot him eight times,
blank up in the fucking face.
I murdered staff, the company,
I burned his place.
No time for management, what,
who wanna stop the sicko?
Mad, I'm crazy,
your cops better suck my dick -o
You know I pack MAC -10s,
yo, fuck the FBI
I'm bringing two vans,
grenades, and another guy
I'm cold shootin',
I'm bustin' in your ambulance
Pop, pop, pop, pop,
you're shakin' through a rain dance
Who got the murder case?
Who got the murder face?
I walk in companies, boom,
and blow my triggers off
Uncle Tom, Savage Weiss,
and the niggas off
You talkin' blank, blank, blank,
and all that street shit
Distinctive brakes, freestyle,
I'm on some other shit
I'm throwin' big bombs,
grenades at the firetruck
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
I'm buckin' everywhere
People are dyin', you call emergency
I got my mask and motherfuckers
don't know it's me
I'm shootin' glass out,
people bring your ass out
I see executives runnin',
they comin' fast out
Please, please,
I'll fuckin' shoot him in his knees
And burn up the elevator,
now try to fuck with these
Pow, pow, pow,
I'm shootin' like a wild cow
Chocolate cow the dog is going bow
wow the cats are running everywhere
people panic you white and black
uncle Tom watch me motherfucker
I ain't no sucker.
I'm still fucking shooting.
I got hostages up here.
Fuck you call the cops.
Yeah, I know I
Keep moving bucking my shit the staff dying.
You can't stop me
you fucking devil and a lion.
Yeah, I'm fucking
Yeah
Yeah, I'm fucking flippin.
Yeah
Send more cars
I'm on your floor.
Call up the cops.
I shoot the phone zip code.
Fuck you in the morning bullet zone
I walk in radio city.
I spray the Grammys.
I'd rather go wild
put some groupies in some panties
You know, I'm not going homo
when I sing a shit.
I'm on that gun smoke shit
I'm on that swing of shit
And fuck you groups out there
and all that happy shit
I rap like a pimp, that's right,
I'm on some daddy shit
You bitches got deals
and started out sucking dick
I'm kicking windows,
the motherfucking psycho clinic
I blow your face off,
you're punk and my dick it hard
Fuck with my program,
I'm mad and my stick it hard
You want some shit, yo
Moe, go get the street sweeper
artist and nervous
Beepin' on my peeper
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Yeah, I'm fuckin' flippin'
Hey, hey, 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 go! No.
Live from Channel 2 News, Jim Jensen.
A man down here with a boar head,
furiously shooting,
eating bananas,
looking out the window,
sucking lollipops,
spitting on people
and telling them to go away.
And as he furiously shoots live,
we bring you a special 2 News report.