In the front lines you’ll get “Lynched” tryin to ‘hang’ wit me//
I use language as weaponary- it’s plain-to-see I’m aimin heat//
afraid to speak? this situation’s “grave” like where the dead roam//
“Face the consequences”- get ya visage inscription on a headstone//
fuck lead n chrome… all I need is a notepad an a blunt cashed//
and it’s so sad…. this loss will be “hard to swallow” with ya throat slashed//
no chance of killin X, Ill Blaze you with a clean guillotine//
cause I 4real kill in dreams, no matter how real-it-seems//
Alwayz revealin quotes show folks you cant touch my writing//
the only chance for XL gettin votes…is if they die typing//
dismiss this bitch quick, flip sick-scripts to avenge-a-loss//
beatin you is cheap too… 1 “buck”-shot is all that vengence-costs//
what ya penned is soft, keep my name out ya mouthpiece//
cause this boards my home and I got shit “locked” like some house keys//
this faggot’s scared to rip vets so he challeneges lie weights in fear//
U know after this match, he’ll be in the usual position- “bringing up the rear”//