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Kudda / Bio

Once upon a time...
nah that's gay that's so gay.
In a world...
Nope. nope. nope, too cliche. .
The planets fell into alignment and paved a star lit path that descended forth from the heavens and graced this wretched planet with the miracle that is me. I was born a man, and when the doctor slapped my ass i called him a faggot and punched his teeth down his million dollar throat hole. I jumped on my horse and rode for 7 days and 7 nights. I crossed many a mountain, slew many a demon, and you can bet your lilly white ass i slapped many a tittie along the way. When I reached the abysmal waste land that is eastern Massachusetts, what I found made me vomit until my spleen fell out. Whack rappers... WHACK rappers as far as the eye could see. I took it upon myself to save the masses...but the task was far too overwhelming even for me. Their flows were sloppy, their wordplay was lackin', and every other line was swag faggery. I dropped to my knees and begged the Lord to help me, I pleaded with him to spare the audience from being ear fucked with out lube but there was no answer. That day i declared myself a Godless man, and left this state to travel the land in search of a dope beat, and an MC that could match my no fucks given style. But yay, there were none. And I was alone. My adventures landed me on the West coast. I got bored and sold my soul to the devil for a dime bag and an angel food cake...Cause fuck everyone that's why u cock jockey. I soon ran out of souls to steal, and ventured back to Mass, expecting the same scene as once before. So I downed a bottle of Jack, ate a medicine cabinet, and a couple caps.. and stumbled down to the spot. When I stole the mic and dropped a verse the ground parted and Satan rose from the hell flame... he promised a decent sound to anyone willing to $ell their soul. Naturally a mob formed and people were trampled trying to get a contract. Satan grinned with delight as the violence ensued. Friend punching friend, brother killing brother, it was...fuckin' awesome! I already sold my soul in Cali so I was just enjoying a light mosh when I heard someone scream out "Chuck Norris isn't even this brutal". If there's one thing in this world I hate more than sober eminem, it's liars. I punched my way thru the crowd and sliced him up like i was Vince from the fuckin slap chop commercials and well... that's how i got the name P-Kudda. I now lay dormant in the heart of a volcano with my pet dragon awaiting the day i erupt and slap the shit out of Rob-U-Blind. So the legend foretells. Salutations, mortals.

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Rap / santanic / hip hop

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panama city, FL