Dissin'

Siff up in this bitch dissin'.

Sniffin' away his last Ritalin.

Making each individual citizen's

predicament a little bit more genuine.

So now that you're listenin',

I guess it's worth mentionin'

your kids are probly experimentin'

with molly, Ex, beers, n women.

And they're like, "Sick rhyme, Joe!".

Bitch, I'm sicker than sick.

You diss me with a compliment like that

you get whipped like this last

bitch that didn't wanna suck dick.

So fucking quit with your dumb bullshit.

I'm done with it! I tell the fuckin' president to suck my dick.

I'm pestered with the critics. Ah!

Just kiddin' bitch. You couldn't get on my nerves

if I had Tourettes - ettes

and you were a neuroscientist.

You probly think I'm just a fuzzy brain druggy.