| 歌曲 | Rasassination |
| 歌手 | Ras Kass |
| 专辑 | Rasassination (The End) (Explicit) |
| 作曲 : Austin, Bullard | |
| (Ras Kass) | |
| What, yeah yeah | |
| 1-9-9-9, the "Waterproof" nigga | |
| Y'all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment | |
| Y'all like little bitches | |
| I'ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho | |
| You ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me | |
| Like a gracie I choke a nigga out wit' his own gi | |
| on me, fuck they whole batallion | |
| I'll chop ya head off and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions, papi | |
| I'm the one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name | |
| puttin black eyes in the game like mascara | |
| Diabetic MC's must think shit is sweet | |
| these venomous techniques, I leave heat | |
| A nigga gots to have it in these streets | |
| Bubble eyed G-S on they teams wit beats | |
| Screamin, "I'll make ya famous," | |
| Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language | |
| Cowards make a little cheese then enlarge | |
| artificially, like Pamela Anderson Lee's double D's, please | |
| I'm bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea | |
| Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski's | |
| (chorus) | |
| Walk holdin' my nuts, I don't give a fuck | |
| Spit some shit so nasty it'll make Lil' Kim blush | |
| Nigga, rasasanation's the name | |
| I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain | |
| See that's wussup, only I don't give a fuck | |
| Spit some shit so nasty it'll make lil' Kim blush | |
| Nigga, rasasanation is the name | |
| I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain | |
| (Ras Kass) | |
| Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa | |
| askin rappers, "What do you call a million rabbits | |
| walkin' backwards?" (backround) A recedin' hairline | |
| You shouldn't be nervous though, cuz if I blow | |
| I'ma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video | |
| but realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype? (nope) | |
| While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ | |
| wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on | |
| fight night (Sho' ya right) | |
| The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder, | |
| and I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green | |
| like that super hero with the lantern and ring, | |
| then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen | |
| Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s | |
| See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T. | |
| we be rougher than callous (y'all faggots) | |
| Sing a love ballad, then toss each other's salad | |
| (chorus) | |
| (Ras Kass) | |
| Now welcome to the terrordome (fuckin maricones) | |
| Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it's on | |
| Busta Rhymes said, "There's only 2 years left" | |
| So nowadays I'm playin' russian roulette wit' a tech (ha) | |
| Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday, | |
| From the S.S stormtroopin P.D. in L.A. | |
| Tellin me bein' black on Saturday night is a felony | |
| If ya name ain't Michael Jordan or | |
| Bill Bellamy, you ass out (mash out) | |
| Cause a lot of white people is racist that's why I'm | |
| bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie | |
| Cuz when it rains it pours, Got me wearin a six foot | |
| condom, screamin' "FUCK DA WORLD" | |
| Makin' butterfly-ass niggas commit insecticide | |
| Half god - 50% zilla - illa - my alphabet slitha across | |
| ouiji boards from the philla-gilla, | |
| have dead niggas dancin around they graves like Thriller | |
| (chorus) | |
| (Ras Kass) | |
| Yeah, what, the "Waterproof", Stu'B'Doo on the track | |
| Rhettmatic Beat Junkies on the scratch | |
| Listen, all y'all niggas be having too much to say man, | |
| y'all niggas can eat a fat big dick | |
| If you're pissed off you dying with your dick in your hand, guaranteed | |
| All y'all bitch ass niggas | |
| trying to play me on the Liberaci Versace tip | |
| I'ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth | |
| Rasassination |
| zuò qǔ : Austin, Bullard | |
| Ras Kass | |
| What, yeah yeah | |
| 1999, the " Waterproof" nigga | |
| Y' all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment | |
| Y' all like little bitches | |
| I' ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho | |
| You ain' t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me | |
| Like a gracie I choke a nigga out wit' his own gi | |
| on me, fuck they whole batallion | |
| I' ll chop ya head off and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions, papi | |
| I' m the one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name | |
| puttin black eyes in the game like mascara | |
| Diabetic MC' s must think shit is sweet | |
| these venomous techniques, I leave heat | |
| A nigga gots to have it in these streets | |
| Bubble eyed GS on they teams wit beats | |
| Screamin, " I' ll make ya famous," | |
| Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language | |
| Cowards make a little cheese then enlarge | |
| artificially, like Pamela Anderson Lee' s double D' s, please | |
| I' m bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea | |
| Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski' s | |
| chorus | |
| Walk holdin' my nuts, I don' t give a fuck | |
| Spit some shit so nasty it' ll make Lil' Kim blush | |
| Nigga, rasasanation' s the name | |
| I' ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain | |
| See that' s wussup, only I don' t give a fuck | |
| Spit some shit so nasty it' ll make lil' Kim blush | |
| Nigga, rasasanation is the name | |
| I' ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain | |
| Ras Kass | |
| Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a havatampa | |
| askin rappers, " What do you call a million rabbits | |
| walkin' backwards?" backround A recedin' hairline | |
| You shouldn' t be nervous though, cuz if I blow | |
| I' ma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video | |
| but realy though, is ya nice without rentacars and hype? nope | |
| While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ | |
| wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on | |
| fight night Sho' ya right | |
| The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder, | |
| and I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green | |
| like that super hero with the lantern and ring, | |
| then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen | |
| Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V. D.' s | |
| See me easily givin' fools the finger like E. T. | |
| we be rougher than callous y' all faggots | |
| Sing a love ballad, then toss each other' s salad | |
| chorus | |
| Ras Kass | |
| Now welcome to the terrordome fuckin maricones | |
| Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it' s on | |
| Busta Rhymes said, " There' s only 2 years left" | |
| So nowadays I' m playin' russian roulette wit' a tech ha | |
| Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday, | |
| From the S. S stormtroopin P. D. in L. A. | |
| Tellin me bein' black on Saturday night is a felony | |
| If ya name ain' t Michael Jordan or | |
| Bill Bellamy, you ass out mash out | |
| Cause a lot of white people is racist that' s why I' m | |
| bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie | |
| Cuz when it rains it pours, Got me wearin a six foot | |
| condom, screamin' " FUCK DA WORLD" | |
| Makin' butterflyass niggas commit insecticide | |
| Half god 50 zilla illa my alphabet slitha across | |
| ouiji boards from the phillagilla, | |
| have dead niggas dancin around they graves like Thriller | |
| chorus | |
| Ras Kass | |
| Yeah, what, the " Waterproof", Stu' B' Doo on the track | |
| Rhettmatic Beat Junkies on the scratch | |
| Listen, all y' all niggas be having too much to say man, | |
| y' all niggas can eat a fat big dick | |
| If you' re pissed off you dying with your dick in your hand, guaranteed | |
| All y' all bitch ass niggas | |
| trying to play me on the Liberaci Versace tip | |
| I' ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth | |
| Rasassination |