Kiddo Fisto - KC Baby lyrics

[Intro: Kiddo Fisto] This masterful Masterpiece is for the a**holes Who only rap about stacks and gold So often that it's becoming casual Thinking they magical and radical But the tragical actual fact of the matter It's getting whack and old So I pop you motherf**ers like whack a mole [Verse 1: Kiddo Fisto] I got the musical touch of a Oompa Loompa I'm Puma your Pumba You think you pooper scoopers got game Heard a rumor you tumors drop Wayne Your sh**'s a disgrace Get a brick to your face Like you was hollering hoopla Y'all stupid Clueless 3 Stooges Better clue up This dubious Doofus Is born in Cluj (uh) Flew tah Kansas City Missou-rah Were I grew up Youth tah Teens Where I spew meanly lean-ly cleanly In this booth Talk sh** I will insult you In fact I may just grab hold of you Choke your throat too Knock out your whole tooth Have you looking like V Nasty And her whack a** whole crew I told you It's the Midwest b**hes Where snitches get stitches And if they piss in your business Get a whipping like it ain't no ones business (It's KC) You diss this sh** we pop 'em Batman and Robin sobbing Because they chose Gotham over the jaw dropping Place yo And aye yo We at the Paseo Brookside to Troost Get booze and zapped at Zaps In fact When was the last cracked bottle we gobbled Full throttle then Full Throttle To sober up before I throw up Oh f** Murder these radio songs Like O-dog Throws up Gang signs At the same time Still watching Spongebob in the daytime With a cold soda And everybody asking me when the f** will I go grow up