My Kung Fu beats your Kung Fu
and I don't even train.
The only thing I have to do
is propagate a strain.

Like my Kamikaze Swazi
or Webbed Blueberry Kush.
Unless you Kung Fu's quasi
it'a a half a pound a bush.

A hundred lady harem,
that's fifty pounds of buds.
Then you just play the carom.
Easy is as easy does.

But easy is blase
and no longer any fun.
That stuff's child's play.
That's Kung Fu 101.

Now I'm actively employed
in DNA/genetics.
Smoke my polyploid
you'll be screaming "Paramedics!"

Remove all genes "Recessive".
Duplicate the dominators.
The results are quite impressive.
You've made lizards alligators.

Or a mouse a kangaroo.
I'd make your brain melt
cuz my Kung Fu's taboo
and I hold it's blackest belt.

Some think it's demonic
to modify God's plan.
Smoke my strain Kryptonic
you'll be my biggest fan.

All you indoor greenhouse farmers.
You're all just blowing smoke.
Just a bunch of snake charmers
whose Kung Fu's a total joke.