all yall cats get posted and delivered like mail
my train of thought never gets derailed
your rein was short and stale
plus your throne is plastic like fake nails
you an't ready for galactic tactics
and semi auto matics
it's tragic how hot steel converts you perverts
into sweet sherberts and fruity yogurts
what's your purpose on this planet
besides taking bak shots like a faggot
make you do acrobatics like a gymnastic from barrel blastin
while ya bitch make my money in staten
delivering the cash fast kid
I stay moving forward like a rook
check mate nigga ya kings about to get took