More stuff for battles

Reading disses, none addressed to me but to you son

Pleading "Please missus!" but I'm the contest G

Puffing a key stuffing my fee bluffing 'bout my knee

But really I'm guilty of being to cheery "That's the theory!"

I ain't fifty I wouldn't like a kitty I'm too fucking eerie

Got an idea step in the arena your rep is diarrhea

Don't you know who I am!? At least show you give a damn!

Fuck Uncle Sam, I love his country but fuck his government

All he does is take money but we're tolerant

He's too fussy but that's management "If you're lucky!"

Beat drops I cheat cops and drink hops and think lots

A shrink can't handle me all he does is scandal me

He'll scramble my mental well being I'd be keying

My central foreseeing the excel of parental disagreeing

You want to wrestle at my level so did several but I'm gentle

I'll fuck your crew up with no screw up they blew up

I'll beat you too so seat your few crew, oh wait who?

Look what you drew a racist picture of a Jew

You're the gayest of the mixture of the mated

I ain't retiring unlike you're firing that ain't frightening

I'm more scared of lightning were you dared to be fighting

You're admiring me cos I'm inspiring while styling

And you're conspiring and plot acquiring some pot

You ain't shot you whine a lot and act like you're nine like Scott