Angel, dissing people, acting like we cared,
Accidental birth, his daddy's rubber just teared,
Bitch you throw shit at me, I throw flames back,
My mouth's a lighter, you're just flat out wack,
Probably genetically engineered to copy Canibus,
Well you can't bust unless you looked at mannequins,
Or male models, mailmen, anything without pussy,
Lost all your friends, and now your trying to push me,
Look at that, your on Johns album yet you dissed him,
You a fucking fake, all you do is bitching,
Oh yeah and didn't I make you a mixtape cover?
You're troubled, you need help, you need a lover,
You act all cocky about your tracks, oh they great,
They sounded about as good as me when I masturbate,
I don't need to battle against mentally deranged,
Keep my name out your raps and I'll do the same.