Cats On This Board

Your type somehow is like a cow you start beef I eat
As meat your rhymes too sweet you blind not unique
Your schemes and style bore like scenes of uproar on streets
Just corrupt whores in heat, whack teams and more freaks
These cats need strength and hopes strong like the length
Of ropes you don’t make sense in quotes ideas all dense
Like a tall fence just stand there no plan unaware and tense
Gamble yet you can’t handle bets retard lames in card games
Losing and using cheat tactics, even with guns can’t take hard aims
Cats live odd and don’t give nods to good rhymes even bells
Would chimes when they hear mine look slime that don’t sells?
I’m sick on microphones throwing bricks and stones at slick
Domes leaving them quick to go home, cats roams as tricks
To have the wisdom of jerks mean your system don’t work
So your rhythm do hurt microphones and your coffee won’t perk
Mild Like Folgers for wild soldiers with flaws in file folders
Even with a given jobs be living as slobs with weight on shoulders