this kats rhymes are old and played just like an antique/
you tha center of attention when packed by a mans meat/lyrically
these disses are recieved lethal, ur preceived feeble/
you couldn't pen sick lyrics written wit a diseased needle/
your soul is split? guess your not a religious professional/
but why does this boy still take condoms to his confessional?/
I hurt these bi/gays in drive bys while I squirt heat sideways/
Cuz I'm the road to success, Ur boyfriend's cruisin Ur hershey highway/
I leave kats who oppose me on stuck, like Colin Farrell in Phone Booth/
Gotta girl? well I'm tha sniper, shootin my ammo at her tooth/