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letra de church sunday - kabuto the python

[verse 1: kabuto]
kabuto the python, templar priest or bang

shoot you in the face, beckham boot you in the face
your crew is straight p-ssy, got a coogi for a face
i’ll throw dookie in your face, like i was an ape
alien invader out committing crime in your state
your rhyming is fake and very bad as well
my rhyming is fate but my raps rad as h-ll
blackwater, smack otters if they come in my yard
private property, i’m rockin raps, son, like a bard
[?] cop your paraphernalia
your mom confided in me that she knew you was a failure
kabuto the python, illest of raps, pillin your cat
when i spit i grab the bill of my hat (so cool)
you decorated your album with g-y sun rays
make it chocolate rain on them hoes, tay zonday
overzealous, hope to sell the rhyming style some day
zealous o-n-e they on they knees, church sunday

[hook]
this is the hook because eezy didn’t write one
brush your d-mn t–th and you’ll have some really nice gums
church sunday all the holy people come and pipe dumb
[?]

[verse 2: tyt]

it’s tyt and k-a-b-u-t-o
break a hater like dorito
your album should be made [?]
your mysp-ce looks like it was hit with the what the f-ck bomb
“can you wash the dishes?”, what the f-ck mom?
she caught you acting gangsta in your b-boy pose
last night she walked in while you were modeling her panty hose
i’m swervin while servin like the preacher’s sermon at the vermin
i rap more than arabs rap turbans
my words burnin’ your eyes like my cd’s made of onions
chop down your wack -ss, i’m the hip hop paul bunyan
you a fake rapper, got fake raps, and got fake fans
all temporary and look stupid like a spray tan
hey man, here’s a dollar keep your honor and just quit
[?] make your chest split
request this, anything less than best is sleazy
clear the church for tyt, kabuto, and conyeezy

[hook]

[verse 3: kabuto]
your rhymes are weak, my rhymes are strong
my rhymes are right, your rhymes are wrong
richard dockins, i chill with a chick and stick my c-ck in
sh-t is knockin’, and i’m not too enthused with the sh-t you talkin’
i’m mocking the g-y -ss raps on your mysp-ce
they’re sh-tty and mine are delicious like how a pie tastes
mmmmm…i love pie, eww…. you love guys
harvey milkin, i get my game on like bradley milton
shouting “what’s my name b-tch?” like i was rumpelstiltskin
humpin’ children is illegal you know?
you should stop it, you’re a pedo with the feeblest flows
my raps are dumb hard, i’ll snap your lumbar
if you claim to be sick like yossarian and dunbar

haa, yeah, you heard right
kabuto reads at a middle school level

- kabuto the python

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