[Intro:]

K-K-Kato on the track, bitch

[Verse 1: Godemis]

Whatever happened to the MC

Times done changed for the MC

And if he rap, I know he gotta be buzzed

If you don't know somebody who rap

You know somebody who does

It's prob'ly one of your cousins or dude up the block

Dropped a couple of albums or moved up a notch

Swallow it up or I don't slack on writing

Commence to eating motherfuckers like Attack on Titan is real

I see you headed for your doom, interscope and

These lesser niggas searching for the moon in the ocean

My third eye's open, inner vision in 3D

It's killer city, Missouri murdering 'em on GP

So fuck 'em all with a condom and I'm a nympho

This ain't no conversation, no common knowledge, no info

I'm going in and it don't

Matter who get offended, this shit is premeditated

So if I said it, I meant it

[Interlude]

... you've been hidin' it

It's like, bro nah, if you read the credits of the fuckin' album

It's all right there, yeah

It's in fact not hidin' at all

So there's another whole thing too

[?] guy [?] say I'm not puttin' any credits [?]

That's what I thought too

Does he want that credit? What's that conversation like

[?] that's [?]

Dude, what [?] your conversation

[Verse 2: Ubiquitous]

I dropped in just to say what up

Hip hop chuckled to itself then created us

Laugh now but y'all dogs better rabie up

'Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much

My group precipitates skill, shade by the deal

Fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills

I'm feeling great fail if you cruising it's a race

You hit the brakes bail if you knew what it would take

To make sales I run up on the state sales

My face pale, made a come up on some hate mail

It's all subtle boy, I hope you enjoy the rebuttal

Where with the trouble I just shrug when I point to the rubble

My coin stack, prepare the appointed task

They avoided the facts, I'm disappointed but back buoyant

I let him know that that soylent is rap poison

Comma for selling Belladonna I'm tellin' mama

[Interlude]

Is he like writin' his raps or is he, like, writin' his choruses or like... you know what I mean? Because you know that a lot of these rappers get choruses from other locations

Whatever they comin' up with... I mean they writin' the choruses is a different story

Ok

You talkin' about the bars

Yeah, writin' the bars and then people say "Damn, dude got bars" but these are not really your bars

It's not your bars

It's not your bars, get the bars back

[Verse 3: Rittz]

Bring it right back

This morning I'ma need a night cap

MCs be bugging me I need a fly trap

I'm fly as fuck, I look at you and see a piece of white trash

That got you heated, my bad

If I can beat him scrapping, I'ma stab him, leave a wide gash

They leak and he gon' need a dry rag

An ice pack, an eye patch, a life raft

I drown him in a pool of blood

I'm truly underground, I write my rhymes inside a mine shaft

Frame by frame I stutter the game, it's like I seen a time lapse

And every lake is just as bad, I can't look past the traffic jam

Test the rappers, they don't ever pass the class exam

Blazing like I lit a match and had a can of gas in hand

You make me mad on stage, I'll backhand a bitch like Afroman

Snap a branch in half and discipline you like a kid again

We stomping basic bitches, need some titties and an ass implant

Cold blooded like I'm trapped beneath an avalanche

Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I'll jack you for your cash advance, bitch

[Outro]

I let 'em know

I'm fly as fuck

I see you headed for your doom

Backhand a bitch like Afroman

My- My- My coin stacked

Whatever happened to the MC

My crew precipitates skill

Whatever happened to the MC

Keep bragging 'bout your record deal, I'll jack you for your cash advance, bitch

You can't be the best emcee if somebody else is writing your raps