Lyrics
Intro:
(B.I. speaks)
"Fuck you, bitch!" (scratch, NWA's "Gangsta, Gangsta")
What's up now? Oh, Keiko wants to run her mouth now, is that it?
"Fuck you, bitch!" (scratch, NWA's "Gangsta, Gangsta")
Fuck you Kei, fuck your whole family, for real. You ride this like it's your duty, harlot!
"Fuck you, bitch!" (scratch, NWA's "Gangsta, Gangsta")
Ever since it went down people've been waitin' and waitin'
To hear my thoughts and response on this new situation
Is it just another woman in the crowd that I'm hatin'
Or maybe the hatred disguises a desired relation
Surface and the underground, gather 'round, open your ears
Targets of my animosity, listen, I'm hopin' you hear
Tryin' to keep a low profile and I'm met with dismay
at these people tryin' to take my peace of mind and such away
I'm pointin' a finger at one, we'll simply call her Miss K
To protect her identity -- wait, did I give too much away?
Well, fuck you Kei! Or maybe I should say Keiko
Fujiwara, hoochie mama, cocksuckin' eleventh-rate ho
I take it back, because I know whores more human than you
Dissed a lot of chicks that are 10 times more woman than you
As a fighter you're almost respectable, as a person you're detestable
Not a woman, but a thing with rack, ass, cack and testicles
Runnin' your mouth about what this land should be
But none of that shit you're always saying makes a damn to me
Your father ain't no daimyo, your mother's probably a concubine
One of many he's serviced, you ain't got no right to be knockin' mine
Remove her from your sentences, your thoughts, your memories
Or you'll find a hard time removing my foot from your lower extremities
The words I speak are promises, never a threat
Keep your ears open, I ain't close to bein' through with you yet
Chorus (Strider's Scratch):
"Beeotch!" (Snoop Dogg, from Dr. Dre's "Fuck Wit Dre Day")
"You can suck my dick!" (Old Dirty Bastard, from "Brooklyn Zoo")
"Beeotch!" (Fat Joe, from "Dat Gangsta Shit")
"You can suck my dick!" (Old Dirty Bastard, from "Brooklyn Zoo")
You might be blessed with a figure and a face that's pretty
Inside you're a lowlife and your view of the world is shitty
Wastin' your time publicly dissin' foreigners
Some of these people I've learned to like several times more than you
Quick to say I'm a traitor and call me a dog
I mention your name on the street and I get a vagina monologue
Word on the street you were locked in a closet and assraped
Not condonin' what they do, but if it's true than they got bad taste
Catch the vapors, get the Bozack and the Gas Face
Fuck a cack, suck a fat rack until it lactates
You're a cocksuckin' bigot, xenophobic anachronism
Harlot, tie your feet together, fuck your nationalism
You wouldn't have shit livin' back in the past
Quit tryin' to fool yourself, make use of your rack and your ass
And bounce/ This is Century 21, not 17
Hell fire burns your spirit, physical fire burns you in effigy
Not because I say so but because the people find it prudent
I speak the truth, your coward ass blows more than a flutist
Sucks like a vacuum, swallows like someone that's toothless
Wanna be Tokugawa, nowadays that shit is just useless
Other women can't stand you even when compared to me
That's pretty sad because a lot of them are scared of me
I'm hated in many circles, but I still earn their respect
Can't say the same for you, I ain't done burnin' you yet
Chorus (Strider's Scratch)
I could simply relegate the rest of this rhyme to namecallin'
But the sight of you provokes me to engage in baseballin'
That's rollin' on the three and shovin' a bat up their candy asses
The three being you, your "master" and that pansy faggot
Nothin' to say about your teammate with the girly name
But Haidou, for lack of better words is very lame
I'll try to keep it brief, this is between me and your employee
So do your best to ignore me, don't speak unless you seek the beef
Otherwise keep your peace, you're pathetic for defen
