Carbon copy
See six elements
Jargon dropping
Tunes for the hell of it (there's)
No point to the point
When you're flaunting wealth
Eight cats in the joint
And they jerk themselves
Spell it out man "A.T.P."
A for game Aces sip your tea
T for the posers Moses groping
Ocean spread far with the model posing
P for the hell of it I pee out
The stones so rocky strong and stout
My rock hard rock dick ready to bone
I've got a fat long finger longing for a home
It's a big fat wad of trash n' dash n' go
It's a big fat cat so rashed n' mashed n' slow
Playful the way I play with words I heard
Your bird was bitch made like Amber Heard
I curd the flow and grow like a ball of snow
It's downhill from here so here I cheer and go
I'm rhyming near and from I'm rocking clear n slow
The cats already know
The ATP can mow fo' sho'
(Ha)