[Verse: Sir Skitzo]
This that #JerseySkitzo
I could hit hoes with this flow
But fuck a nympho
I'm more interested in info
Grab my ammunition, pack a Mac, and let this shit blow
A psychiatric patient who is known to have a sick soul
I'll grab a hatchet, then embed it in your eye
Yo, why you even rapping if you're barely getting by?
I'mma take the fucking shotty, blow your head into the sky
Just for thinking that all of the money is the reason I am fly
They're calling me Osama 'cause I'm hunting for these virgins
I'm popping hymens, cutting eyelids; oh, it's so disturbing!
I'll search for hate, then lurk for great, Lucifer I worship
I'll burn their face; it's earning Chase the murder of a person
"We the Kings", in other words, "The Art of War"
Target whores, eat 'em out like I'm a type of carnivore
A sword or four assorted for the gore that's more than horrorcore
Claw their eyes, then traumatize an artist who's supported more