Yo, time to brush off this whack fag from South Carolina
Your rhymes are old and make me gag like your old lady`s vagina.

Sorry, that was rude, let me extend this peace branch from an olive
You couldn`t deliver clean lines if they came soaked in Palmolive.

Now you coughin` and dyin` like you`re hittin` the reefer smoke
Ladies run from Schema like kids do from Poison Oak.

You`ll get murdered young Schema, I`m the new Hiroshima
I`ve got your test results back: lyrical emphysema.

Drop the act and cease with this rough masquerade
You`re used to big storms, but Hurricane Schema`s downgrade

Lock you doors, S.C. Here comes Topical Storm Overplayed.
Your thirst for beatings just got quenched by the one, `Lemonade`.