Intro: [Denzel Washington's "King Kong" speech from Training Day]
[Verse 1]
Her a** look like a peach, p**y pit
Rap Kurt Thomas, f** your rookie clique
The light's on, fully lit
Python, turn your wife on, bully sh**
Type A, blood hungry
You might pay, love money
Colombian drug tummy
I'm hard as f**, Doug Funny
Gin rummy
I'm one sick puppy
Snorting crushed prescription, bumping Kid Cudi
I've been gully
In God we trust, trust me
I f**ed her hard, made her bu*t pee
For old men, there's no country
I'm so Zen
Sit still in a coke binge
I'm awkward like Coplin
Jerking off with no lotion
Punch me in the throat watch me choke in slow motion
Mermaid b**h gave me dome in the ocean
She's young, I'm hung like clothes with a clothes pin
I don't have a f** if I don't get no spins [x3]
[Denzel Washington]
King Kong ain't got sh** on me! [x2]
[Verse 2]
I'd rather be alone than with a f**ing fake harlot
Looking for that leftover sh** cum on the carpet
Suburban hardship
Kyle Rapp's on the market
I get my beats online, get my clothes at Target
10 threes in your face, didn't know I was guarded
I'm so f**ing starving, I can taste my rib cage
I'm looking for a chick to be my dick slave
Jerk me off with your feet until my dick spray
Create a mixtape in six days
These n***as in their life long b**h phase
I robbed the venue just to make sure I get paid
f** you, I hope your family gets AIDs
I brought a gun to school in sixth grade
I found it in the sewer
Old rappers wish their style sounded newer
New rappers' style sound just like manure
Kyle Rapps' style sound just like The Future