imagine a cat
who can battle in rap
and tap an extravagant spat
that'd make a graduate poem addict
call me magical 'crack'
and after i tap her
ass in the sack
she'll tap on my sack
and whisper " mine." and "you sexy bastard"
"aint no grabbing it back"
i laugh at the stats
relax. i'm back when i'm back
you fake'ums master ur bations
i been masterin .dats
patient wit militant situations...