KP DatGuttaGurl's flow is so diesel that she lactates nothin' but Muscle Milk. When not giving a small fuck about a maggot, duck or hater she's emerging from under the vast umbrella of the Decatur, GA-based Lady Mobb Posse with junts more lethal than her rapped-about hands. But KP is still makin' bodies leak like a fat breast on nightmarish boasts like "I Ain't Gotta Flex" and "Yeen Fuckin Wit Me". Her syrupy but gruff promises of peril tear through eardrums like a butcher knife through a bed sheet. The accompanying instrumentals are inherently evil, natch, and never deviate from that Southern Gothic sonic creep that envelopes even the most remote Lady Mobb Posse track. KP is truly the successor to all the lame ducks who are palin' in comparison in the rap game.
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God, beeee! Your word choices are so (e/pro)vocative! Kinda nauseous 'n' nervous now.
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