I mean it
• Written by Catch22
I dont spit bars
I rip chains
I don't drive cars
My jays cost more
Than your car payement
Lay this down like pavement
I do this to make a statement
Came up from the basement
If your not with the movement
Then get an alignement
I break the axel
Pop You like a capsule
They say they can handle
Fire but can not hold the candle
I come from the south
Kick rock's in Your mouth
Flow is itty gritty
Slang a little sleazy
Smoking till I'm blizzy
Untouched by any man "Fiji"
So verbal when I rap
Can you take the velocity
They saying catch you to ill
Im foaming out the mouth
I got rabies "rapies"
I don't like to socialize
Fuck some social studies
My homie your historalized
I'm charged up I'm durallized
Kill you and your allabys
Murder this testify
Ratatatat man this shit is ratified
I was modified for wars enforced
Juggling napalm in my palms
Somebody call flex cos I'm bout to drop a bomb
No they can't stop me
I'm the fucking sickest i know it makes
You wanna throw up
But those who claim they gangbang
When I come around don't even
Throw it up
See I don't understand why people
Act so fucking hard
When the worse thing they ever done
Was steal a piece of bubble gum
Your trash your such dirt grass
Even a bum bitch pass you up
Why do you thank your mom
Gave you up to your dad
He's a low life to there not to many expectations
Expected from you
Your just another guy
That thanks he can rap
Get a record deal tomorrow live the life
You never had so I guess
imma have to father you
Take your ass to school
Before I put you on the corner
And make a whore out of you
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Catch22
Member since August 20 2015