Uh Oh (Diss 2)

I can see in your eyes you live in the past and the flask in the joint and the grass

Living the plastic, attack is the plan

The trash you produce is the lowest demand

You don't have a future and you know it man

I've cut myself and I got scars on my wrist

So if you think mentioning that is a diss

And the fact that I wanted to die and was so depressed

You're a Nazi, I've got pictures

You write the n word, I got pictures

Don't make drop them, flick the switches

Now you got no bitches