Scott vs Kers Kerser

[Verse 1:]
This is Scott, Kers, let me have the verse
You always hog the spotlight, you forgot that I grab the words
You ain't really that cunt, thinking that you mad fuck
You still the same chap smoking cones, you wouldn't have lunch
But oh the fame, how it's playing with your brain
You're rhyming single syllables and everything is lame
What happened to the passion in the rapping in your actions
Lately make me think your crazy lazy, thinking like your knacked
And it's sad you, bombed yourself with tattoos
Think you're in a bad crew, look at you, you sad move
Let me have my life back, I stab myself like die rap
Kerser on your face, the ink got placed, we'll never dry that
Right there was a scream for help
And every track you drop, you saying that you're being yourself
You're a fucking liar addict, pop a pill you isn't magic
Kind of tragic, your obsession being fresh
You're just a maggot
I don't want your fucking car, your fucking shoes, the fucking whole lot
Let me take my brain and have my life back as the old Scott
You're a fucking fame whore, run away in pain or
Go and jump on stage raw, have another eight more
Of them Xannies your anxiety's pathetic
And your writing ain't a message, 'cause you're finding you'll regret it
But it's our sercet and it's burning you admit it
You fucking junkie pull your head in, call yourself the sickest dickhead