MC Kopy Kat, spittin' raps like a gat,
verbal attack on hacks, gonna pick up yo slack,
gonna pop a phrasal cap in your proverbial back,
cuz your rhymes are bout as a twat with the clap,

you shat in your shorts from my rappin' and skattin'
cuz I stack words with force, making storms with my chattin',
a work horse and a
source of more rhymes than your pores
produced puss out your zits when your tore
up your face, too ashamed to get laid when you were in 10th grade,
smile in the classroom with your tooth decay,
takin' out your teeth in the hallway.
bitch.

GROSS!

OH, by the way, was that you at the buffet?
piling puddings on yo plate like tomorrow's dooms day?
gummin your fillet like a bum on a date,
sprayin spit mist all over the place.


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tongue tied with a glass eye,
tacky like you livin' in versailles,
never did finish junior high,
pancake pussy lips tween your thighs

I berate your charades and you'll fade from grace,
when I'm done, get some spackle for the holes in the place,
and some roses for posing on the top of the grave
of the pitiful album you never managed to make,

OK, I admit, I'm getting used to it,
ears bruised by a fit of MCs talkin' shit,
nit wits and twits with their tongues up in twists
bling beamin' on their wrists,
tattoos on their tits,

especially the bitches who be lying bout their riches,
leaving' me in stitches when they lie about their riches,
cuz they sleeping' down in ditches with their stinky armpits
sneakin' into hotels, taking shits at the ritz,

OH, Like I care, you have gucci underwear,
coochie got designer hair,
I'm so glad that you shared!

I know it's hard to get by
workin' as an au pair
changin' diapers on the CEO of boat fair.
And you got toe hair.

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I'd say you're a ho but you don't like dick,
cuz you scared that pubic hairs gonna make you sick,
god forbid lickin' pricks smudge up your lipstick,
or get jizz on your frizz, stainin' up your hair clips,

yo pussy lips dip way down below the hips,
flippin side to side when you skippin in the wind ,
tried to get that shit clipped but weren't properly equipt,
now they all cut up, lookin like the ghaza strip.

sippin' mix drinks cuz you as tough as a twink,
workin' on yo lip sync cuz you don't know how to sing,
Try to toughin up yo image so you get some ink,
then get yo tats taken off cuz of what yo mamma think.

uh, something stinks, got a rot in yo twat,
might be somethin' you caught or a tampon you forgot,
headin' to the bathroom, lookin distraught,
pourin' perfume on yo pussy snot.

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