Insane Your nothin but a 'hoe'... A 'female'.. And more-ova 'bitch'
So may the best man win, ...Well, it looks like this battles over with
Fuck showmanship, These lines ain't tough to control
I'd fill you with bullets, ...But pussies are already nothin but holes
Makin tracks is pointless, You could never fill the shelfs
Dog you couldn't 'hang in a circle' usin a noose to kill yourself
We can battle to see who's more manly, But i must digress
Ya closets contents are like the fronts of envelopes, Nothin but address
No game havin bitch, Usin slang i ain't to be fucked with
You could give Daffy a cold and couldn't get ya duck sicked
Punk bitch, Ya need to realize i'm know for killin heads
You in this battle is like ya past family members, Relativley dead
Shit, now i`ma have to get real, this bitch is boring too
And I`ma put Insane in a fuckin box... like it was chrismas morning dude
Because you're rhymes take the cake...that came from a urinal (ewwwww)