Mr. Cat dem style yah original Oonu seh de word and me give de warning Bwoy, all who a talk hard dem missing by a morning Oonu seh de word and me give de warning
I'm storming on the track, warning emcees that You'll never hold me back, I'm on the loose I'm like a wild cat Kick back as I flip my lyrics, then I
even ask pah, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love nigga fuckin' with a rich cat My shit now, 5 feet 6,
where the threat dwells Dr. Loomis style Splits tracks Slits wrist My ill attack twist Twirl with this psychiatrist Mathematical mental chemist Among Dog Vs. Cat
I'm super, super, super B-A-D baby, you gon' call me Super B-A-D baby you gon' call me super B-A-D baby you gon' call me super B-A-D baby you gon'
rally, what? You know my style, I put the F in effin' foul The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba More Super than Cat
[the kaze] 1 - we shootin' to kill, nigga We shootin' to kill, nigga Ain't no fuckin' warning shots When you come around here nigga All the things that
can even hear the little insects crawl The congressman was in taxi number 23 And I was in cab 17 But numbers are meaningless In this kind of cat and
land of big dreams Looks like I finally made it to the big leagues The show goes on at least according to Siegfried International man of mystery and intrigue Best believe this cat
at a.k.a. Superbad I'm super, super, Super B-A-D, ba-by (you gon' call me) Super B-A-D, ba-by (you gon' call me) (Super, superbad, super, superbad, bad) Super
(feat. The Kaze) [The Kaze] [1] We shootin' to kill, nigga We shootin' to kill, nigga Ain't no fuckin' warning shots When you come around here nigga
