Veterin (VS) Franchize
 

ay 6-8 barz

post ya shit dawg...im callin u out...sop im postin first...

My Verse
 

i'm iron-fisted; my open-handed SMACK IS A FACELIFT // step outta line Franchize, get smacked BACK INTO PLACE QUICK //

or keep ya lips sealed like puttin MAGNETS 2 BRACES // u won't be 'countin dollars' til u ACTUALLY "MAKE 'CENTS"(sense)"//

cashin tha checks, me and my heater skitzin // so the next time you "half-step", I'ma make sure "one of ya feet is missin" //

you lamies-run...my crew, keep clips-and-we-chill // Barbecue~sauce ass rappers, watch me throw ya ribs-on-the-grill //

Talk bout you sellin crack and WORKIN the CORNER // closest this fagget Franchize came to sellin CRACK was workin da CORNER(get it) // w

ho better than Best, better RESPECT // you bitch-made, Veterin take switch-blades and SEVER ya NECK //

If You Want War, Im Holdin'~The~Fifth, I'll Go To~Ya~Crib // And Have Paramedics "Bag You Up" Like A Grocery~List //

ill kill Franchize...drop ya gat, hand over ya knife, hand over ice // keep acting hard you gone be handin over ya life //