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? …