yo who dis cat eyedentdy,dis nigga aint spillin raps he writin symphony's,
now sit down n listen,when ya daddy teachin a lesson,n c if u complete da testin//
u think those half ass lines'll work,betta off sellin ya mom on ebay 2 see her worth//
when it comes 2 battlin cats,i get'em comin out da closet like 1 of eminem's raps//
i attack da keyboards,when takin trash like u out like it was part of my chores//
drop da mic n admit it,u cross dress jus 2 get in women's prisons u fruity bitch//
battlin u is like eminem 2 vanilla ice,cuz every1 knows,when i kick flows they nice//
wit des words n my mic im takin ur soul,ya givin da studio frostbite cuz u comin off cold//i contravene,ur veins,into ya brain,givin u migrains,kill da mic make sure u feel its pain//i told cats b4 dis aint a battle its a privelege,cuz i stay on top of da flow like dishwasher liquid

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