Your attitude ain't deranged, but your spits sure are
Call yourself psycho cuz you drive so bad you crashed 20 cars
You'll never be lyrically skilled, you just be deeny
I'll crsuh you with my wallet, while yours lookin' teeny
Your face already out of place, and so is your flow
You think your good? Correction, you the lowest of the low
You ain't got a 12-gauge, just a super soaker
And when i see you i laugh cuz you spit like a joker
Entertain me with the weak shit you claim
But i'll beat you so hard, you'll forget your name...