Ill Ron Hubbard

[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 bigger than yours I 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 pestulent whore I'll hella joke until you bleed 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 detestible 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 carressing her gourds And when your brother stumbled in I broke his neck with a board I tried to give a chick a hickie, but a festering sore Was what resulted, had to get my drawers in check 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 [?] [Chorus] Kabuto spat manuscript 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 [?] You prob'ly spot a negro and be torching his crib And of course think your horse is the sportiest whip, hick "How Kabuto know my life story? She ain't fucked 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 manuscript 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 whites 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 manuscript 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!