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 this herb cahsed//
and it’s so sad…. this loss will be “hard to swallow” with ya throat slashed//
no chance of killin Deuce, U only cud merk me in ya dreams
cause rappidly ya lyrics gettin smoked...how real-it-seems//
revealin quotes show folks you cant touch my writing//
the only chance for this so called "VET" votes…is if they die typing//
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////////10

FINISHER

this faggot’s lips are all smiles, he’s seen enough it’s clear//
to know after this match… he’ll be in the usual position- “bringing up the rear”//