Old Scat Cat

All you gotta do is give him a butta beat,

And he'll end up pullin rhymes like Big end up pullin heat

Sin is mad like a madvillain killin,

With mad skill n savvy to fill in DOOM's cavities

Gladly, he drops rhymes like grandad drops dimes

Sweet like a kiwi, or the old time shoe shine

With his pen in one hand and mike in the other

A jive-talkin writer like Scatman Crothers

For all the cool cats, all his old school raps

Make a fool drool while his gat makin a blood pool

He spawns commotion in a terroristic notion,

Closin in quick, with a sleight of hand motion

Better dodge, duck, dive, and dip outta sight

For when he rips clips, you'll be facing God's might

Now don't let his roundness catch you off guard

His wordplay is boundless and'll play you like a card shark

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