ya just mad cranky dog, and love to rag it...rappin about your magical appearing maggots and who's tha faggot?...."Shine"...
Because that Kat commin from behind is you...parents abandoned "Sun", lost n' don't know what to do or which sex to go n' screw, so now I'm fathering you//
Admit ya wish your style matched mine...kat you couldn't spit a rhyme worth half my time//
Commin from Atlanta this thug must be hot right?...but he's not, he's cold...outta control n' too old//
I sleep through you like I'm Wario- Toad!...wheres Mario bro? Sorry ya gotta go!...hit tha road, ya fuckin lines'll neva explode, I'ma show tha realest Free-Stylez of Flow//

***Collapse this Kats Heat***