//no heaven here cuz Grid is about ta commit tha "Seven Deadly" sins i fear//
//spear ya first then pack u wit lead from my nine as i am about ta burst//
//curse ya i dont need ta cuz ya rhymes so whack ur personna decives ya//
//"Eagles" stop at nothin ta get what they seek n like a bird-of-prey ur my victim feasably weak//
//streak internals about ta run cuz no need ta try Grid's numba one//
//pun in ya words no rhythm let alone nouns-n-verbs i merk ya ass on a tank of lyrical gas filled only one-third//
//heard ya desperate cries for help tha police arrive ta find ya hangin' from a noose barely alive//
//thrivin' off tha dead i kill i come back ta severe ya head but u died in hospital from "shock-trauma" they said//