this flow be simple, but yet show cats that think they invinsable,
that i pack gats, that will make parts of you invisable,
although i can see, your styles really not complex,
you fill in your lyrical holes with cotex, whats next,
rearrange, fuck up n get a sex change,
than act like u gut nutz, souls got ya back wit his d*ck in ya butt,
now acting, all shitty, after fudge packing,
talkin lotta shit, like as if you mackin
when what you lackin, is this pimp bitch slappin,
puttin you in check, you actin dumb tryin give up the neck,
but see i'm anti fagot, i aint like soul i dont see a guys azz n tagit,
i dont know y i'm fuckin, wit you suckers
talkin bout how you gonna buck us,
but yet you scared to bring the ruckess,
plus u too busy in each others fudge's
now every body can see who be the bosses,
taken no loses, exspecially to some salad tosses.