Like your name says you're the Ill Mentalist
You're a nutcase and a crackhead while i'm your local pharmacist

From the start I controlled you like a puppet with strings
You're style is like a ghetto playground man, broken swings

I laugh at your lyrics make them more direct
Stop spitting your verse cause you need dashes to make your rhymes connect.

You handle the mic like a stu.. stu.. stuthering erection
You got burned cause ya fucked ya brother without protection.

I'll kill anything that moves, you better-make-way
The only thing you can do is scream my name to let the votes lean-ya-way

You keep battlin big dogs the only thing you do is get dissed,
Mental like it the anal way, question is finger or fist ?