who the fuck is this cat thats about to get fryed and fed to hes family
who give a fuck if he spit from hes mouth, mines from a hand-squeez
im telling this lame to flee, or switch lanes and change speed
you dont really want to get me angry, cuz ya next birthday i'll be "in memory of" with a bullet place infront of ya cantine
im making ya pussy bleed like ya need it pads and pantys
whats bad, that its sad, ya body bag, holding ya down like ass-jeans
forget ya verbal attacts on cats that wack like a penus message
i'll penatrate ya fait and re-create ya wake to be ready before he resive hes job
bullets i'll take turn like door nobs and twist ya pours and clogg's
and sit inside ya chest with smoke that'll make it look like fog
its whatever........