K-I-DD L-O-E
Bullet in the middle when you spell it, see
Me cruise through these beats, no Tom or Penélope
They should throw the Back Pack Gang in the next cypher on BET
D-A L-E-G-E-N-D
Legendary
The name is hereditary
Your group is full of Cosmos & Wandas
A couple of fairies
You all are lactose intolerant
You wouldn't dare to touch the dairy
Unless you're daring to be buried
Under the same soil where your feet had you carried
Then it's off to the cemetery
That's the last stop on this ferry
Straight down to Hell
Cradled to the grave, in where ya fell
Like shredded documents as a walkway
Follow the paper trail
Beat you with a pail until you're pale
Blood on the leaves since it first sailed
The day that Hip Hop has failed
Will be the same day Soulja Boy start talkin' platinum record sales
What The Hell has the Rap genre come to?
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