NaustiC, first opponent & first to get a mic thrown through-his-Optics
Cock-n-Lock-It, Duke¡'s spittin¡' with water pistols while I'm Packin¡'-Rockets
Extract-His-Sockets, Kid is desperate, searching for rhymes in-his-pockets
Died-from-softness, Even the Wackness Emergency Center couldn't-stop-it
Please-help-me, his last words, murdered by the tools this geek-dealt-me
This leech-felt-me and knew he didn't stand a chance with his knees-melting
Check the times-n-source, read of his death? No, never found-the-corpse
Wooden-horse, no tricks, claim you're straight yet always change-your-course
Too lame-to-rhyme, fag always bent over backwards ready to embrace-his-spine
Face-the-signs, your tombstone will place amongst the front-lines