Narcoleptic

Narcoleptic, write raps to stay awake
Like a burglar in a bakery, mate, I take the cake
You gay fakes, like Bruno, so fashionable
But I play like Leonidas, kick your ass in a hole
You passin' the bowl, but you still rhyme shitty
Too shitty to rhyme wit' me and that's a prime pity
For you anyway, I don't give a rat's ass
Rule 34 on Ratatouille, that's a rat's ass
Fuck breath control, every line is a punch
And I'm a pull a Columbine at a presidential luncheon
Your head and dental's punched in, I'm munchin' on a corpser
While you be on a furry tip humpin on an orca
I'm a sport, cuh, choppin heads off cats
You a low standard medic coppin meds off of cats
I spray a hundred AK's wherever I go
Never so bold, short lack in motor control
Hey ladies, Kabuto put a sket to your spouse
Cause it's all for the lulz like Gregory House
I put my head in your blouse and bite off your boobies
Ain't a thing, got a D-Cell to fight off the cooties
And I know that may seem a little weird to you
But I'm a barber, let me trim your beard for you
Stick a spear in you cause I'd rather be a lumberjack
I hunger jack, now get out your box and gimme a fuckin' hamburger
I slam servers when I up a new track
You damn pervert, you fuckers is whack
I murder turds like a waste treatment plant
And you talk shit like a pair of cheeks in pants
If you see me do a dance so I can lol at you
Don't try to doctor me, I'd probably be appalled at you
Just do what Saul would do, I don't know what that is
But that's enough to tell you cats which rapper is the baddest

And uh, if you still can't figure it out
Just look up Kabuto on GameFAQs