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C.O.T.Y

by Big Daddy Kane

on C.F.T.B. (2022)

[Verse 1: Sesta]
I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool
In the bicycle lane next to high schools
Side, swipe cyclists
Bugging but f*cking, I'm buckled up and, trouble is double
And I'm f*cking with any and many hennies I got
Look, no money to show, but show money's
Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby
Help yourself, I'm drunk driving on the highway to hell
I like to, incite violence
Try fighting, Die trying, Life's sliding
The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo
This liquid ammo
Gotta motherf*cker feeling like Rambo
I'm the Boston Strangler, see me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler
The new step daddy's a rapper, banging the back of her
I'm back stabbing her up in the rear
I've gotta thank God that I've got it the c*nt of the year

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
I-I hate c*nts
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
The cu-cu-c*nt of the year
I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
It's 'cause I'm f*cking mad

[Verse 2: Hons]
First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens
For all I've done to make me look like a c*nt to live with
At your party, in your jewellery box, taking all the gold
N' downstairs, drunk as hell, p*ssing all up on your toilet bowl
The first cat to cry poor when it's my round
So I drink for free at the club
'Till your broke then I bounce
Man, that sounds nice, don't it?
Full time sc*m bag
Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my c*m rag
I'm quick to snake and make to f*ck up his whole game
Then drag it back to mine
Like a caveman on the first train
And when you're macking a b*tch, I'm rubbing out an easy
One in your cupboard, get my c*ck out where it ain't wanted
The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate f*ck-wit
With chicks that try to nut quick to avoid that c*nt lick
The funny sh*t is, even though I'm a prick
Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
I-I hate c*nts
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
The cu-cu-c*nt of the year
I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months
And if you see me looking f*cking mad
It's 'cause I'm f*cking mad

[Verse 3: Trials]
p*ssing everywhere but the p*sser. Sipping spilt liquor off the floor
With a crazy straw from the day before
I'm the type big into binge drinking
Crip limping in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now
This can't be the flavor of the month
Do the the sook's cry foul like the flavour of the, ha
f*ck-ity-f*ck yes, swear like a sailor
And I take shots at death with a credit check chaser
The girls want to be a princess for the night
But the idea dies like Princess Di
When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam
Taking off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van
Damn, black out, then I'm right back
Waking up drunk
Dunking down breakfast nightcaps
Girl's like, "f*ck you!" I'm like, "f*ck me!"
So patriotic put the f*cking "c*nt" into country

[Outro: Sesta & Trials]
Put your hands together for the c*nts of the year (c*nts of the year)
All right now ladies, what I want you to do is
Take your shirt off for the c*nts of the year (c*nts of the year)
Listen
Keep the drinks coming for the c*nts of the year (c*nts of the year)
Look
And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the c*nts of the year (c*nts of the year)