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 ass in a hole

You passin' the bowl, but you still rhyme shitty

Too shitty to rhyme wit' me and that's a prime pity

For you anyway, I don't give a rat's ass

Rule 34 on Ratatouille, that's a rat's ass

Fuck 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 boobies

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 fuckin' hamburger

I slam servers when I up a new track

You damn pervert, you fuckers is whack

I murder turds like a waste treatment plant

And you talk shit 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