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 s**s and you sound like Mic Try to build fame with your lame a** hype You think that you're crazy? No you ain't that type Frankly you sound like the sh** that I wipe Plus you got no b**h, 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 f**ers 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 f** back until my album comes