Sixty-Nine Keith! Party

[Verse 1]
Hacking incomplete with the best MC
Fuck daddyo
Cut her, I’m the worst MC
First MC, A certain MC
I’m the first of the last
Worst MC
Manufactured in the real right practical fashion
My mathematical equation to the fraction:
D73./5
Why does it always end in sixty-nine?

Sitting on a couch munging the fuck out to fight
Billion times the amount a normal mortal could fit in their mouth
What I got north is gonna head down south
Front my name with your tongue of your kangaroo pouch
Until you say “Ouch”
Or the stay on the couch
Means I have to flip the cushions ‘cause you flipped the fuck out
Just like Oscar the grouch
Getting kicked in the croutch
And losing his tobacoo path to go with a []
Stand like a mouse with a case of the gout
I’ll sit thе fuck up and then fuck the fuck out!

Ra-Hot-Dog
Give mе words of wisdom!
All the [] can’t have ‘em!
If you feel like coppice coliseum(?)
There’s nothing to escape from!
Stick to me, cherryum(?)
Her horizon’s never numb!
If you leave slightly slow
Then you fluctuate time to come!