| Kato!
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| I ain’t done this in a while man
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| Let’s go
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| Shyea!
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| I was at the crib alone scrambling through comments
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| And within the process, ran into this contest
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| Like «pretty dope»
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| I ain’t done this shit in a minute, bro
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| And I ain’t doing anymore fucking microphone videos
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| I’ll switch your hopes
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| Everybody giving out a mixtape so?
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| I don’t really ever want to listen though
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| I’ll be treating it like a discus, bro
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| I hit the goal, the trash compactor
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| When they be telling my homies to listen to it I say we can’t do it
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| Without a bucket in case we pee ourselves out of laughter
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| When you record it’s a brutal listen
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| Sounding similar to any new born with a booster missing
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| In a new Porsche going through the limit
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| With two doors going to the ceiling
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| With a huge horn that blew your hearing
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| What you’ve worn is true religion
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| And new Jordan’s and Gucci fitteds
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| But a uniform that’s truly fitting
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| Is a unicorn with a fruit addiction
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| You’re too corny like a superstition
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| You new dorks not cool with writtens
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| You’re luke warm like a pool with children
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| I do snores when you are spitting
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| When you perform, I’m too bored like crucifixion
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| Fiction or fact?
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| I’m fixing to fix some friction and flick it to feminine fibbers 'til they’re
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| figiting back
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| And while I’m configuring that
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| I fit the friskyous filth in a track
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| And leave it on top of your door step like shit that’s on fire
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| The rap messiah, the pathological rapping liar (Dope!)
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| I’m that supplier
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| Listen I don’t even sweat when I pass a fire
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| Pacifier you suck on while you crap your diapers
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| You little baby, and I hate these artist’s groupies
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| 'Cause I ain’t got any man I’m too strange, bizarre and goofy
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| They’re like «The way he swears so hard confuse me
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| Less than a month ago he wasn’t even allowed in rated R movies»
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| Well I am now, damn right
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| Everybody get out of my damn sight
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| 'Cause the second I’m witnessing anybody I don’t really wanna battle but I
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| wanna see a damn fight
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| Damn right
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| Until the XXL cover will set it up
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| I’m a junior now, I’ll fuck a freshman up
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| Yup, I bust
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| You bite my lyrics you bite the dust
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| I got this game in my clutch
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| The alphabet is my crutch
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| That’s why sick is spelled with an «I» and suck is spelt with «U»
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| 'Cause I am sick and you suck, I’m better than you
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| Kato!
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| And I ain’t done this in a minute
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| I’ve been staying quiet to surprise them when I finish
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| But word round the town
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| Is they heard bout me now
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| So I turn back around and they bit it
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| Oh no they didn’t!
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| I’ma lose it, I’ma lose it
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| Since 14 I been a nuisance, I’ve been tying the noose since
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| New sense to the industry luckily
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| And no sucka MC’s gon' be fucking with me, god dammit no! |