Cata’s a cleva critic to leave this Meta-physik dead from a quick but pleasant visit
Weapons insisted to lessin ya livin..Gat spitt’d…and erased u like u never existed

I told this kid he can’t se me cuz I’m in the distance—kids holdin NO WEIGHT-so theres no restistence
Bitchin…2 make his Parents watch him write.with a fluent vixon… so at night he can type with. Super Vision’s

I’m betta than meta with letta’s –& that’s for certain-…burnt him…and put his real eye on a cross
Thoughts lost …he goes under a religious converion. Cuz this virgin realized he aint a God

Let the shots ring to his cerebral cortex. Bullets spin so fast it blows his brain out with see through vortex
WiN six but I’ve slit 5..More Necks..like Meta’s mom when she exchanges crack and dough..FOR SEX

My styles like a virgin pussy…earin cookies…Cuz.. when u looky u can just tell its tight.
Ya name.. ya can’t even Spell it right….u gunna dwell 2night—when the Cata-sent u 2 hell fo life