Your confused just hate me, get angry, in a rematch I bleed cats//
ya obviously ain’t on one unlike a crack fiend that’s relapsed//
Brothas raps, offend evil, I end sequels when I skin people//
un-equaled, heat-filled, rated triple-X like Vin Diesel//
been lethal since pre-school… so this is no surprise//
sick as head colds… Remix better get ghost like poltergeists//
on RB you’ll get “Lynched” tryin to ‘hang’ wit me//
I use language as weaponry- 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//
and it’s so sad…. this loss will be “hard to swallow” with ya throat slashed//
no chance of killin Lynch, you’ll have a clean guillotine//
cause remixe gets killed in dreams, no matter how real-it-seems//
killin fiens… my focus is dealin dope//
after this verse your out of touch if your feelin hope//
revealin quotes show folks you cant touch my writing//
the only chance for Illusio votes…is if they die typing//
Octobers here, it’s clear Ya number one on my hit list//
and my gift-is, to rid-kids of the “Nyghtmare before Christmas”//
dismiss this bitch quick, flip sick-scripts to avenge a loss//
beatin you is cheap too… 1 “buck”-shot is all that vengeance 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//