Coal Cash - Kekkei Genkai lyrics

Yo what up Keith Wookie? What up Kiza. K Anti-Body Yeah, Coal Cash A.k.a. Krakatoa It's the king of the kingdom I came to k** kittens and kick cribs Captain Krav Maga, word to kick it where you keep kids Kryptonian kindred are kinship with Kakori Coal's a crazy cracker capture castles with Kasparov I'll crack your knot, colossal kraken I'm Krakatoa I'm a colder ninja, the beastly jinjuriki from Kanoa Kamikaze karate the cotter of Kashin Koji I'm a kemosabe, a canine kinda like kema or Kakashi The Rurouni Kenshin?, I'm known for k**ing kids like Kony Call your cronie crew jabronis, clueless phonies couldn't clone me I'm Ben Kenobi, an OG known for beef like Kobe But I'm kosher with the k**ing crushing villains calling for code three The cold key cracker, cut with katanas whippin commas I'm a conjure chaotic conscience like Genghis Khan I came to conquer A co*k like King Kong I k** c*nts with Kama Sutra Kamehameha kidnap cuties like King Cooper A kin to Krueger, like knuckle Nas I'm Kimbo Slice I'm a night of Bad Karma the John Connor of Christ I creep with Keith Wookie crushing keif so keep caution I stay coughing off kush I'm a crook cooking the cauldron Can call me Krillin, k**in' in close quarter combat I grapple a Quran strapped with a bomb I k** on contact A contract k**ah, iller than Val Kilmer in Tombstone Consuming caine, shrooms and watch cartoons till my cocoon close Your kicks are clown shoes your crew's a clueless clan of cavemen I'm close with Clint than Clay, you went Kandinsky in your cadence The Cajun cracker, crazy catastrophes with casualties Caught in Katrina, screaming FEMA in the cacophony Cat sh** keep cleaner keep your c*nt cozy for co*k shaft My craft can't be knocked I'll spit a wad of snot on a cop badge While grabbing my crotch, clockwork orange carnage with Kubrick Conducive to getting coochie I'm the cubie of what my crew spit So who spit the crack you are craving, and who crept on the cats with cataracts who couldn't combat my creation Son it's Coal and Kiza, a cataclysm in cannibalism With a crimson catapult let's load the sink from the kitchen You think they got that? K antibody Krakatoa Everything and the kitchen sink, b**h