Motherfucker your salary is in overdraft
Your shit is weak like it's made of glass
You think you can win this bitch makes me laugh
Can't get better than me, you can't even manage half
D-e-c to the e-i-t
Duplicity, trickery i live dangerously
Your reign will be short might aswell be a midget
You got castrated so you constantly fidget
Lyrically, mentally anyway that it flows
Treachery with my G's anyway that it goes
You try fuck with me then i get up in your hoes
I destroy your shit until you can't afford clothes