Kasey - CVHS Campaign Speech (Cla** Diss Part 4) lyrics

Maiya Archie remind me of Snookie and she was orange and whack I'll get her shot by a cop like orange is the new black Meha saying sorry, she's gotta be Canadian I'm out here talking all this sh** when I ain't even made it rich On one hand, school has got me feeling like a slave again When I could black out on a track, on some racist sh** Paula hates Africa, she's got the Klan sheets and all I'll put the metal to her mouth, turn Paula to Paul Wall You think women are equal to men that's kinda a stretch Stop acting like you're tough when all you are is Justin's b**h Your ideals are all flawed better get your life on track Call yo a** Harambe cuz your hair looks like his back Ride or die while I'm on the pipe, I'm as high as a kite with a knife as high as my inner thigh kind of like Amaya's height Go to Cancun and can coons in Paula's honor, I'm too godly, Slam Manson with a monsoon as huge as a damn ram infused tsunami, the same one from Japan that landed way back when Kat wasn't washed up like Irv Gotti Get the wordplay? Tsunami? Washed up? Lemme step it up Start stomping out Kevin like Kevin Gates with a reverend's weight, Kevin wait (weight), that's Cardnell, I'm a one man cartel I got hella buzz, that bar went over heads, but Amaya never does I'm bombing ya, sodomy outta be lawful cuz y'all are f**ed harder than a 9 guys with giardia, golly bruh, this body is not enough, Amrith is president and Meha's Monica Lewinsky, if you missed me then rewind it cuz I'm tough as nails, hammer that to your head, carpentry stuff Damn I'm sick, triple meaning hidden in this ample wit, when I said over heads I meant Meha bobbing on top of a- Nah, she's got a man now. And I don't like it, but I won't fight it. Sike I lied, I'll find him with a diamond encrusted musket, line the sights and make Meha sweep the deck when the head is off like the crew of pirates Valerie don't flatter me, one more act and these accurate attacks will have this jacka** charged for battery Pull up on Ishaan in all green Nissan with the heat on screaming are you ready kids like the SpongeBob theme song, you weak sauce Pop off on Simon while he's slobbing Kyle Ostlind's co*k while Drew Dawson's watching it nodding off like she already saw the sh**, the inches that confide the signs of h*moerotic p**nography is a blurred line like Robin Thicke You may find this against the feminist agenda but I didn't give a f** when I went to write this My mind is seething heat and your PC screen freezing virus is like a fire hydrant to my desire when I be rhyming, I'm a titan waiting to melt down like 3 mile island I could act like Paula and send a shot through Dylann Roof I'm a rap god and the sh**s the truth, when I'm in the booth I never drop the ball, I swing through and make a couple hits like babe ruth f** There's my Internet persona and me, blocked by a firewall I could call you then dodge you in the halls cuz I lack the balls to talk unless there's raps involved or the dialogue is on my laptop I could lap dogs when my raps off and knock your socks and your hats off Kathika is a lab dog with the mother f**ing mental ability and the processor of a laptop While off top Ted could get in the lab, get off in the lab, and give the whole lab top, then top it off with a jack off in his a** raw Jesus Christ, alright I'm done