KOLT by Yelling At Cats Lyrics
What’s up everybody it’s YAC
I wanna take a minute, sit down with me
A lot of you rap and you think you’re G
When you all look the same like a PMV
Make no beats with the raps you type
And you idolize rappers that you think you’re like
Stuck in the dark; you don’t see no light
Cause your flow just sucks and you sound like Mic
Try to build fame with your lame ass hype
You think that you’re crazy? No you ain’t that type
Frankly you sound like the shit that I wipe
Plus you got no bitch, I should call you Spike
Don’t lose hope if you’re sounding whack
Cause we got a group KOLT that’ll fix all that
We’re taking and making all the bronies in the nation
Gonna teach them how to make good rap
So here we go, better get ready
It’s getting comical; call it Ed Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I creep on some rappers with my knife held steady
‘Til I cut ‘em in the back just like I’m Freddy
Sorry, didn’t mean to make you sweaty
I just think that you’re all so petty
You try to rap crap so it’s time for a slap
Cause most of you fuckers just drop spaghetti
Want sweet rhymes but you got no flow
You’re out of line, now it’s time to go
Y’all still try to make pony swag verses
Even though that’s been done before
No, most of rap here is kinda dumb
Most of your beats sound like Dr. Drum
Join KOLT now if you all want some
And sit fuck back until my album comes
I wanna take a minute, sit down with me
A lot of you rap and you think you’re G
When you all look the same like a PMV
Make no beats with the raps you type
And you idolize rappers that you think you’re like
Stuck in the dark; you don’t see no light
Cause your flow just sucks and you sound like Mic
Try to build fame with your lame ass hype
You think that you’re crazy? No you ain’t that type
Frankly you sound like the shit that I wipe
Plus you got no bitch, I should call you Spike
Don’t lose hope if you’re sounding whack
Cause we got a group KOLT that’ll fix all that
We’re taking and making all the bronies in the nation
Gonna teach them how to make good rap
So here we go, better get ready
It’s getting comical; call it Ed Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I creep on some rappers with my knife held steady
‘Til I cut ‘em in the back just like I’m Freddy
Sorry, didn’t mean to make you sweaty
I just think that you’re all so petty
You try to rap crap so it’s time for a slap
Cause most of you fuckers just drop spaghetti
Want sweet rhymes but you got no flow
You’re out of line, now it’s time to go
Y’all still try to make pony swag verses
Even though that’s been done before
No, most of rap here is kinda dumb
Most of your beats sound like Dr. Drum
Join KOLT now if you all want some
And sit fuck back until my album comes