[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