Linc Goin Against A 'Kat' That Barked Up The Wrong-Tree/
He Likes It Went MC's Come Hard So He Gets A Long-Stream//
This Is A Battle That's Supposedly A Legend-Verse-A-Rookie/
But As Far As His Street Cred All His Friends-Say-He-Pussy//
Musta Been That Four Leaf Clover That Mad Me So Lucky/
He The Damn Snake Champ So I Will Never Be Trusting//
And Speakin Of Snakes He Ain't Ever Spit Toxins/
This Dudes A Male Prostitute Hopin For Walk-Ins//
This Dude Is A Cigg Jus Watch How I Smash-Fags/
We'll Pick Pieces Of You Off The Ground And Throw You In Trash-Bags//
This Is Round Two Dawg, You'll Never Get To The Thirds/
This Dude Ain't From Long Island This Kids From The Burbs//
Soundin Like His Ass Belongs In The Sewer/
N All His Rhymes Played Dawg Get Som'in Newer//
Smellin Manuer, Think It's This Dudes Spitting Manuevers/
This Cat Sucks So Much His New Nicknames The Hoover//
This Battle Is Over And This Dudes Heart-Is-Pacin/
Cuz I'm 'Eattin This Kat' Like I Was In A Part-Of-Asia//
I Don't See Wha's So Doomly Or Wha's Katastrofic/
I'll Eat At His Liver And Then Get This Kats-Assauphagis//
Dude Likes Sausages And I Don't Mean The Type-You-Can-Eat/
He Likes His 'Cockausians' A Lil Bit Whiter-Than-Me//
He Can't Ever Be Ballin, He Ain't Got A Court/
Wha I Mean Is His Dicks Small He Came Up A Lil Short//
Yeh Sure Guy, Yer A Legend, Whatever You Say-Pal/
He Ain't Makin No Money Jus Looket His Pay-Pal// (haha)
My Flow Is A Giant Yer Lyrics Is Small/
I'll Crush This Cats 'Hot Lines' So He Got No One To Call//
He Pointin At The Camera, What Yo Mom Say Bout The Finger?/
He Chokin The Mic, Put A New Meanin To The Ringer// (Like chokin the chicken)
A Catastrophy Is Somethin That Implies Bad News/
So This Beat Is Perfect To Tell You, Nobody Likes You//
Fuck A Kat I Ride Wit Dogs Because Kats-Is-Pussy/
N If You Fuck'em Long Enough His Ass-Gets-Gushy//
