Narcoleptic, write raps to stay awake Like a burglar in a bakery, mate, I take the cake You gay fakes, like Bruno, so fashionable But I play like Leonidas, kick your a** in a hole You pa**in' the bowl, but you still rhyme sh**ty Too sh**ty to rhyme wit' me and that's a prime pity For you anyway, I don't give a rat's a** Rule 34 on Ratatouille, that's a rat's a** f** breath control, every line is a punch And I'm a pull a Columbine at a presidential luncheon Your head and dental's punched in, I'm munchin' on a corpser While you be on a furry tip humpin on an orca I'm a sport, cuh, choppin heads off cats You a low standard medic coppin meds off of cats I spray a hundred AK's wherever I go Never so bold, short lack in motor control Hey ladies, Kabuto put a sket to your spouse Cause it's all for the lulz like Gregory House I put my head in your blouse and bite off your b**bies Ain't a thing, got a D-Cell to fight off the cooties And I know that may seem a little weird to you But I'm a barber, let me trim your beard for you Stick a spear in you cause I'd rather be a lumberjack I hunger jack, now get out your box and gimme a f**in' hamburger I slam servers when I up a new track You damn pervert, you f**ers is whack I murder turds like a waste treatment plant And you talk sh** like a pair of cheeks in pants If you see me do a dance so I can lol at you Don't try to doctor me, I'd probably be appalled at you Just do what Saul would do, I don't know what that is But that's enough to tell you cats which rapper is the baddest And uh, if you still can't figure it out Just look up Kabuto on GameFAQs