Well now personaL, trying to please all the masses, ROCA to you stands for Rhyming Out of Cat's asses,
your rhymes won't affect my mood, cause here we dont' have soul food,
step back as i take this flow and over saturate it with old cliche's,
but that's ok, don't know what you talking about, and no i don't understand those words coming out of your mouth,
we better sit your ass down, so the teachers can get paid, what's long and hard on a nigga, it's fucking 3rd grade!
don't test my patients, my rage is through the roof, i'll rip up through a crowd and then i'll terrorize you,
and person you're rhymes are profound, man you sound more like an assclown,
keeping to the subject regarding your mom, when she gets fucked, she need to drop da bomb,
your rhymes can't match up to my word agility, i'm note impressed by your obvious predictability,
what you talking about me not wanting to battle it sounds alot like you suffering from PMS!
Mood swings and shit, don't got me scared or running, when a black van drives up next to you, i'll be the one gunnin.