Games insane acceptin a call out too potent it's def defying,
Hullicainatin think you can beat me like without wings be flying/
Ain't happening like game-insane never gettin a crew,
Figured why he battllin me this dudes gottin nothin to loose/
Lost this one next game you want gotta use yourself,
Games hung-drawn n quartered n left to welt/
I ain't gotta diss you, cuz when your chrit thats the hit,
Wack shit just like your dick when your playin faggits/
Your meats gettin battered, fuck servin lines i'll serve you,
Game-insanes brain proved you made yourself loose/
True that no one wants to listen to a pyscho flow,
Only time pot gets holes is the natural ones enclosed/
He only blows when there a job in hand not one here,
This guy isn't a mircacle worker so he don't come near/
Like fear of potent remains in his brains for eternity,
Give you ring, the phone call will come that i taken your life g/
More poorly wrapped than a gift from a super-marker grotto,
Games-insane flow is more cold than your mumas fanny-hole/