[VERSE 1: KABUTO]

Kabuto the Python, templar priest or bang

Shoot you in the face, Beckham boot you in the face

Your crew is straight pussy, got a coogi for a face

I'll throw dookie in your face, like I was an ape

Alien invader out committing crime in your state

Your rhyming is fake and very bad as well

My rhyming is fate but my raps rad as hell

Blackwater, smack otters if they come in my yard

Private property, I'm rockin raps, son, like a bard

[?] cop your paraphernalia

Your mom confided in me that she knew you was a failure

Kabuto the Python, illest of raps, pillin your cat

When I spit I grab the bill of my hat (so cool)

You decorated your album with gay sun rays

Make it chocolate rain on them hoes, Tay Zonday

Overzealous, hope to sell the rhyming style some day

Zealous O-N-E they on they knees, church sunday

[HOOK]

This is the hook because Eezy didn't write one

Brush your damn teeth and you'll have some really nice gums

Church sunday all the holy people come and pipe dumb

[?]

[VERSE 2: TYT]

It's TYT and K-A-B-U-T-O

Break a hater like Dorito

Your album should be made [?]

Your myspace looks like it was hit with the what the fuck bomb

"Can you wash the dishes?", what the fuck mom?

She caught you acting gangsta in your b-boy pose

Last night she walked in while you were modeling her panty hose

I'm swervin while servin like the preacher's sermon at the vermin

I rap more than arabs rap turbans

My words burnin' your eyes like my CD's made of onions

Chop down your wack ass, I'm the hip hop Paul Bunyan

You a fake rapper, got fake raps, and got fake fans

All temporary and look stupid like a spray tan

Hey man, here's a dollar keep your honor and just quit

[?] make your chest split

Request this, anything less than best is sleazy

Clear the church for TYT, Kabuto, and Conyeezy

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3: KABUTO]

Your rhymes are weak, my rhymes are strong

My rhymes are right, your rhymes are wrong

Richard Dockins, I chill with a chick and stick my cock in

Shit is knockin', and I'm not too enthused with the shit you talkin'

I'm mocking the gay ass raps on your myspace

They're shitty and mine are delicious like how a pie tastes

Mmmmm...I love pie, eww.... you love guys

Harvey Milkin, I get my game on like Bradley Milton

Shouting "what's my name bitch?" like I was Rumpelstiltskin

Humpin' children is illegal you know?

You should stop it, you're a pedo with the feeblest flows

My raps are dumb hard, I'll snap your lumbar

If you claim to be sick like Yossarian and Dunbar

Haa, yeah, you heard right

Kabuto reads at a middle school level