This kid calls himself scarnflictr, huh yeah right
The only thing your inflictin is that you think your tight
You think everyones jealous, what the hell for
Your like a dropped mic that slipped hittin the floor
Everything comes from your heart I'm sorry to tell ya a the rest
You won't be able to write no more when I rip it out ya chest
This kids put on a shelf like he's a bottle of ten year old wine
This guys not shit he's like a fork that has no tine
He can't stab nothin not even if he had a machete
I'll come up and slap you like I'm Barny and your Bettie