Scar Scar Scar Scar Scar Your idea of a bar is so far Its so subpar My rhymes will you run you over like a fast car Vroom Vroom Here Comes your Doom Doom My Diss Track to you Make you run to your boo Oh wait I'm sorry you dont have one Oh Sorry My Barry Make You Sad Son You better you get out and quit Cuz my rhymes i will spit Will make you throw a fit All my shots they will hit Never Miss Only Diss You will hiss Just listen to this You're done I cooked you up like a bun son Take the roasts Your doctor diagnosed You got no rhythm syndrome Dont take no shots you just miss em I cant save your career Cuz i just ran you over like a deer G-Money Out