Bitch, you must be high cuz that shit was wack
Like an old man, put it in the no flow sack
You need to absorb others energy for skill
Cuz you ain't got your own, while your thinking your ill
You are ill, Diseased weak shit syndrome
But i'm Deceit, a mouthful a bullet to your dome
I take you off your throne, if you ever had one
But see you only trippin' cuz you're my long lost son
Ask mamma at home why she's never in the house
She out suckin' dick somewhere, she's my fuckin' spouse
So take the shit and quit, you spit like a mouse
While to me you're equivalent of a wood louse