Murder This Cat In 7 Bars.. Listen Up!
An Underground Hip Hop Artist.
Lyrics
Aiyo, wuts good,
its neurotic ya'll
Word word, ay what up Mind Control..
Who you think's gona win dawg
Yea Jack, For Real
Aight though, you know how I do it
So just kick back an watch murder this faggot
Like Rosie At Breakfast, Bitch Find Ya Role..
Like Retirement Homes, Ya Losin Mind Control..
It's Like Tag Team Wrestling, Cas Mind Is Too Fake..
I'll Write The Rules In Reverse So He Can Understand The Due Date..
Call Me Macy's Parade, I Have Ya Wavin Goodbye
Ya Upped Ya Ish 3 Times An STILL Got Not No Replies..
Stop At The First Letter, Know Ya Limitations..
Chris Columbus Begged You Stop Ya Verbal Exploration..
This Kid Is Silicone, He's All Artificial..
Only Way Your An Emcee Is If Ya Take Out Your Initials..
Nothings In Common, 'Cept That Were Here To Meet..
And The Red Shit On Ya Page, And The Name Of My Beat..
I'll Expose This Bitch, Like A Fuckin Split Seam..
You Aint Worth My Damn Time So I Aint Droppin Sixteen!..
