i aint here to spit more than 10 lines
for what so a cat can bite mines
and what if of one em get famous and make it to the top
wipe up bitten lyrics and rinse em on his paper like a mop
and one of those punches happen to be yours
his album goes in stores
and theres nothin you can do to get back them metaphors
but ya dont give up and become known enough
to say this cats a fake a bluff
hes a bita a dickrida who cant spit zip
lay that cat in the grave wit a chest that has a hollow tip