[Verse: Sir Skitzo]
This that #JerseySkitzo
I could hit hoes with this flow
But f** a nympho
I'm more interested in info
Grab my ammunition, pack a Mac, and let this sh** 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 f**ing 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 who*es, eat 'em out like I'm a type of carnivore
A sword or four a**orted for the gore that's more than horrorcore
Claw their eyes, then traumatize an artist who's supported more