Wanna know if Kevbo can rap? (Yeah)

Homie just hear me

I'll fuckin' sucker punch you just to make sure you feel me

Break your back with a Wiffle Bat

Just stating a fact

And once you start to heal I'll be back to attack

This time with a metal one, a grenade, and a BB Gun (Gun sound)

All this just for fun

So believe me when I say to run and if I catch you you're finished

I will not relinquish

Your body starts to rot and your insides diminish

So hey

It's safe to say that I'm mentally ill

I do not hesitate when I finish the kill

I'm the illest young rapper that you've heard all season

I strangle the competition just to make sure they ain't breathing

I'm the reviver of rap

Stop all this pop-hip

Been too many years

Homie just stop it

Remember when bars were hard?

Yeah, me neither

This music's poison now

Where's Bel Biv when you need 'em?

My foes?

I defeat 'em

Competition?

I eat em'

They must be trippin' dog if they're thinkin' I need 'em

And since they pissed me off they will all lose their freedom

And no, not 'cause of cops 'cause my haters?

I'll bleed 'em

202 is the crew

Kevinbo is the name

My life is like a highway

Please just stay in your lane

They said I couldn't kill it

Now I'm headed to trial

You witnessed it

Don't deny it like you're in denial

Bigger, faster, stronger but without the steroid use

This is just my start wait 'till I really let loose

I got tracks packed like bullets

'Bout to reload a clip

I'll let a few rounds off if you do start to trip

I do this for myself so fuck all what you think

You couldn't make a track or a decent one

You stink

If you dropped a single bitch that shit wouldn't move

Don't even attempt 'cause you already lose

You're haircut is fucked up and you look like a goof

Them J's you got are fake and they tied like a noose

Don't compare

It's just not fair

I'm way to ahead

If I wait for you to catch up I'd probably be dead

Case closed

No discussion

Man that is enough said

All you do is talk but you are so misled

The illest coming up

Pull a track on your ass

See me in your hood

Better run away fast

I'll roll down the window and this pistol will blast

Toss your damn body then run through all your cash

I showed you I am sick

Don't get close or catch a cold

Or get frostbite

Get it on sight

And get solid like gold

If I sell my CD's I'll have another coming

Make another just as good

The next one will be jumping

Rap writing is fun to me

There's no ghosts involved

But for you Scooby caught you

Another mystery solved

Boy the shit you talking got me so damn cracked up

Tryna be like me?

Better get your stacks up

Your shit is so weak thinkin' you the next up

My bars always strong 'cause my shit is jacked up