[Spoken]
Yo, fellas, fellettes
I got a, uh, a hunch that this is gonna be a fucking sick track
Alright, beat it
[Verse 1]
Y'see, the thing about my rhymes is they're better than yours
I'd like to leave a little lead in your head and red on your floor
If we're talkin' battle records, I'm the best with the score
You're sorta whack, and plus your mother is a pestilent whore
I'll hella choke you 'til your bleeding from your freckles and pores
And plus I get it in whenever I am pressing record
They telling me I'm blessed, as the guest of the Lord
But even nuns are getting wet from my detestable mores
Some people think Kabuto's black, but I look Mexican more
And when I tell them I'm from space, the correction's ignored
I hella met up with your sis and was caressing her gourds
And when your brother stumbled in I broke his neck with a board
I tried to give a chick a hickey, but a festering sore
Was what resulted, had to get my drawers and jet for the door
You want some nerd rap, prefer to go to bed with a sword
Then don't expect a smash hit unless you wrecking your Ford
[Chorus]
Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive
Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit
Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected
No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast
One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards
Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber
Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs
Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard
[Verse 2]
I'mma spit a sixteen, and you'll buckle round ten
Cuz you only go hard touching musclebound men
Your voice sound kinda like you're sucking down phlegm
I could end you in two, but who the fuck I'd clown then
Next order of business, I order my hitlist
From least to the most important to rip quick
And when you spit shit, it's boring, simplistic
You formed in a bitch doing porn as a business
You're gormelss and witless, a whore with a prick, shit
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You prob'ly spot a negro and be torching his crib
And of course think your horse is the sportiest whip, hick
"How'd Kabuto know my life story? Shit! Fuck me!"
I inferred it from the fact that you live in Kentucky
But you had to peep across the Atlantic ocean
Just to find they can do things that your ass raps are smokin'
[Chorus]
Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive
Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit
Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected
No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast
One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards
Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber
Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs
Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard
[Verse 3]
Any way you travel, Imma dominate the route
In possession of the talent that your promenade without
STD and Horus, we be mouthing with the clout
While the Dapper Don cuts like a comic in your house
Ask astronomers about me and they'll tell you that the sun is hot
You front a lot
Like MC Frontalot
Stupid rappers finna claim they gang and they done bars
Gonna fuck around the Catch 22 like they were Dunbar
I think I may have said that before, but it's a nice line
And my old shit is nothing compared to what's in the pipeline
If I could invent a b-boy freeze, I'd call it Ice Nine
The fuck you try'na free when you can barely make your writes rhyme
You try to diss Kabuto but your rack is fuckin' white
Find your efforts and agreession met with silence like you fight mimes
You know the site is popping when the forum got some tight dimes
Who're tryna take you on some close encounters of the skype kind
[Chorus]
Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive
Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit
Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected
No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast
One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards
Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber
Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs
Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard
[Spoken]
Word up, I'm fucking king of the church of Kabutotology
Many Kabutotologists across the world have meticulously studied the rhymes of Kabuto
Hoping to glean glimmers of glismdom. I mean, wisdom
But they learn fuck all, cause they suck at rap
Peace!
