Kid's goin AMOK battlin me, went hyper and shat his diaper
A lyrical case of A.D.D., control yaself and u might flow tighter
Judging by ya name I bet you go wildin out straight crazy
But even if ya words were charged ya'd still not ever "faze" me
Responding to my challenge u treadin a really thin line AMOK
Ya ego vs. my brains is balancin an elefant on a hammock
Spendin hours thinkin up watery lines prolly gives this dude a kick
My own style comes naturally, its findin empty threads thats tha trick
Think you spit sick? Wait till I've awoken my sleeping demon
I would "punch" you physically but ya bowel's too full o semen
Ya think your styles insane but "illness" is somethin ya never endured
So Imma striaght rack ya mindgrain till I got this case of "AMOK" cured