You need to check into the Wackness Center-your rhymes are destitute
I'm on the run but for that wack shit they should be arrestin' you

If you keep testin' me, they'll be arrestin' me
for your murder and the murder of zany shep-n-ey

zany scared so he gettin' you to handle the situation
but you mumblin' from the frustration of havin a dick blockin' your respiration

This boy aspired to be like me but didn't have what it required
your rhymes ain't *workin' out* so explain why they so tired

You ain't nuttin' but zainy's stooge, you betta seek refuge
make yourself recluse cuz I'll wreck you


had some more shit but that's the line limit