WARM UP.....

Kat'Z be comin'in here happy, hope ya' not expecting-a-win//
Fuck a mic check, the bottom of my shoes are checking-ya-chin//

PERSONAL GAME....

Ya hole styles wack, think ya got KatZ-2-kill? ya just been "De-Throned"//
You couldn't throw pennies off the 'CN Tower' to have your shit "off the top of the DOME"//(skydome...CN Tower)
I expand on impact...my words like Rhino bullets, and their tips-are-hollow//
Ask Kat'Z mom for brains, she's like: "You want me to spit-or-swallow”//

SHOULD I STOP...naw lets continue the bloodbath...

Know-the-peak, you're far from it with wack punches and a flow-too-weak//
Figuratively, I'll punch a hole so big in your face you'll have to 'sew-to-speak//
Prepare to get ya' ass kicked and other whippings-to-the-rear//
Ya' rep the GhettoZ, but I'm hot as the sun, and eclipsing-ya-career//
Actin' all tough during the day, yet you're a wussy-at-night//
Ya' carry around a knife 'cause you too fuckin' pussy-to-fight//

Proceed Wit Caution....MERK TIME

Kat'2'Kill aint dope...'Nervous carpenters' Cause I "Nail Biters"//
'Speaking words' through Masterbation...Kat'Z has more Bumps than Braile Writers//