Kabuto The Python - Spetsanaz lyrics

(Verse 1) It ain't time for some action It's time for some rapping Like back when kicking a rap was what was happening I'm giving daps and hanging out with cool folks Here's a science fact: an oviraptor drools yolks Because it eats eggs Although recently that theory has been challenged based on new interpretations of the fossil record And I'm hot on record, MP3 And yo I never get played, like a bent CD I spent last month eating ice cream Listening to Paul's Botique, weeping Thinking about the god Yauch, he taught me to go nards out In raps and in life, go hard with what you'se all about In all bouts, k** it with the quickness f** a verbal anime, lyrical Stanley Ipkiss And when I rip this, I can't say this is just a business When Buto make the DJ spin it like a discus (Chorus) My middle name must be “Lets Collab” ‘cause every time that I walk by, y'all are all like “let's collab!” Get the text? (Yeah) I expect the raps are finna make them backflip like the Spets-a-naz My middle name must be “I Dissed You” ‘cause every time that I log in, y'all are all like “I dissed you!” That's a sentiment that I'm hip to But it still don't make me really want to rhyme with you (Verse 2) Sim simma, who's got the keys to my Beamer? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Beam up, no Kirk, but I would bone a alien You want a sixteen? Hurry up and pay me then I do it for the yayper, I don't do it for my health Track making ten tens, Imma diss you, never make amends You ain't a rapper, you ain't even good at aping them Listen, I know Darth Vader, you just have a Vader pen Think again, dead men never blink again I bought a Total Blender just so I could drink your friends I even told them about your Pinkamena kink and then Will it blend? sh**, put it by the sink and rend Wipe it up with Shamwow, spread a little Oxyclean Said I was a proper fiend, dead you if you talk to me And like Captain Spaulding, Imma get leaving Because your raps are giving me that not-so-fresh feeling (Chorus) (Verse 3) Ayn Rand got books out the an*l gland (Um, you say it “Ayn”) Ayo, look, you're being an*l man Rather read Chomsky anyway But you can emigrate to Peter Thiel's magical island (yay!) Spend the day! Anyway, my raps are better than your raps Et cetera, of course, you're a veteran doormat Your beats, well, you can take excedrin for that I only diss cause your sh**tiness engenders the format You wrote raps just like me But yours lack that nicety But it's more that you're whiny I'm bored that you tried me You sore that I'm slightly more dope than you? Bite me I'll air pump your dome piece...Cormac McCarthy Challengers lucky if they don't get blocked Like, unless you're Poopy, Buto won't get got So all you Juggalos, wifebeaters, hopefuls and tots: Ain't no use in stepping if you don't step hot (Chorus)