[Spoken]

Yo, fellas, fellettes

I got a, uh, a hunch that this is gonna be a fucking sick track

Alright, beat it

[Verse 1]

Y'see, the thing about my rhymes is they're better than yours

I'd like to leave a little lead in your head and red on your floor

If we're talkin' battle records, I'm the best with the score

You're sorta whack, and plus your mother is a pestilent whore

I'll hella choke you 'til your bleeding from your freckles and pores

And plus I get it in whenever I am pressing record

They telling me I'm blessed, as the guest of the Lord

But even nuns are getting wet from my detestable mores

Some people think Kabuto's black, but I look Mexican more

And when I tell them I'm from space, the correction's ignored

I hella met up with your sis and was caressing her gourds

And when your brother stumbled in I broke his neck with a board

I tried to give a chick a hickey, but a festering sore

Was what resulted, had to get my drawers and jet for the door

You want some nerd rap, prefer to go to bed with a sword

Then don't expect a smash hit unless you wrecking your Ford

[Chorus]

Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive

Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit

Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected

No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast

One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards

Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber

Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs

Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard

[Verse 2]

I'mma spit a sixteen, and you'll buckle round ten

Cuz you only go hard touching musclebound men

Your voice sound kinda like you're sucking down phlegm

I could end you in two, but who the fuck I'd clown then

Next order of business, I order my hitlist

From least to the most important to rip quick

And when you spit shit, it's boring, simplistic

You formed in a bitch doing porn as a business

You're gormelss and witless, a whore with a prick, shit

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You prob'ly spot a negro and be torching his crib

And of course think your horse is the sportiest whip, hick

"How'd Kabuto know my life story? Shit! Fuck me!"

I inferred it from the fact that you live in Kentucky

But you had to peep across the Atlantic ocean

Just to find they can do things that your ass raps are smokin'

[Chorus]

Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive

Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit

Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected

No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast

One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards

Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber

Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs

Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard

[Verse 3]

Any way you travel, Imma dominate the route

In possession of the talent that your promenade without

STD and Horus, we be mouthing with the clout

While the Dapper Don cuts like a comic in your house

Ask astronomers about me and they'll tell you that the sun is hot

You front a lot

Like MC Frontalot

Stupid rappers finna claim they gang and they done bars

Gonna fuck around the Catch 22 like they were Dunbar

I think I may have said that before, but it's a nice line

And my old shit is nothing compared to what's in the pipeline

If I could invent a b-boy freeze, I'd call it Ice Nine

The fuck you try'na free when you can barely make your writes rhyme

You try to diss Kabuto but your rack is fuckin' white

Find your efforts and agreession met with silence like you fight mimes

You know the site is popping when the forum got some tight dimes

Who're tryna take you on some close encounters of the skype kind

[Chorus]

Kabuto spat menacing raps, I'm mad impressive

Now I know that they know that the cat can wreck shit

Ain't no fear of push or shove, but I am protected

No need to be concerned about what I frickin' had for breakfast

One day my rap albums gonna fill yon cupboards

Y'all delivery is shakey like it's built on rubber

Plan on world domination but I'm still on suburbs

Got you brainwashed to love it, call me Ill Ron Hubbard

[Spoken]

Word up, I'm fucking king of the church of Kabutotology

Many Kabutotologists across the world have meticulously studied the rhymes of Kabuto

Hoping to glean glimmers of glismdom. I mean, wisdom

But they learn fuck all, cause they suck at rap

Peace!