Cancion : Spetsanaz
Artista : Kabuto the Python
Album : The Almighty
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(Verse 1)
It ain’t time for some action
It’s time for some rapping
Like back when kicking a rap was what was happening
I’m giving daps and hanging out with cool folks
Here’s a science fact: an oviraptor drools yolks
Because it eats eggs
Although recently that theory has been challenged based on new interpretations of the fossil record
And I’m hot on record, MP3
And yo I never get played, like a bent CD
I spent last month eating ice cream
Listening to Paul’s Botique, weeping
Thinking about the god Yauch, he taught me to go nards out
In raps and in life, go hard with what you’se all about
In all bouts, kill it with the quickness
Fuck a verbal anime, lyrical Stanley Ipkiss
And when I rip this, I can’t say this is just a business
When Buto make the DJ spin it like a discus
(Chorus)
My middle name must be “Lets Collab”
‘cause every time that I walk by, y’all are all like “let’s collab!”
Get the text? (Yeah)
I expect the raps are finna make them backflip like the Spets-a-naz
My middle name must be “I Dissed You”
‘cause every time that I log in, y’all are all like “I dissed you!”
That’s a sentiment that I’m hip to
But it still don’t make me really want to rhyme with you
(Verse 2)
Sim simma, who’s got the keys to my Beamer?
Jack move, that’s how we act when we team up
Beam up, no Kirk, but I would bone a alien
You want a sixteen? Hurry up and pay me then
I do it for the yayper, I don’t do it for my health
Track making ten tens, Imma diss you, never make amends
You ain’t a rapper, you ain’t even good at aping them
Listen, I know Darth Vader, you just have a Vader pen
Think again, dead men never blink again
I bought a Total Blender just so I could drink your friends
I even told them about your Pinkamena kink and then
Will it blend? Shit, put it by the sink and rend
Wipe it up with Shamwow, spread a little Oxyclean
Said I was a proper fiend, dead you if you talk to me
And like Captain Spaulding, Imma get leaving
Because your raps are giving me that not-so-fresh feeling
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Ayn Rand got books out the anal gland
(Um, you say it “Ayn”)
Ayo, look, you’re being anal man
Rather read Chomsky anyway
But you can emigrate to Peter Thiel’s magical island
(yay!)
Spend the day!
Anyway, my raps are better than your raps
Et cetera, of course, you’re a veteran doormat
Your beats, well, you can take excedrin for that
I only diss cause your shittiness engenders the format
You wrote raps just like me
But yours lack that nicety
But it’s more that you’re whiny
I’m bored that you tried me
You sore that I’m slightly more dope than you?
Bite me
I’ll air pump your dome piece...Cormac McCarthy
Challengers lucky if they don’t get blocked
Like, unless you’re Poopy, Buto won’t get got
So all you Juggalos, wifebeaters, hopefuls and tots:
Ain’t no use in stepping if you don’t step hot
(Chorus)


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