sorry for the wait... >>>>>>>>>>>>>
on the Siccness you’ll get “Lynched” tryin to ‘hang’ wit Seak//
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 Seak, you’ll have a clean guillotine//
cause FaTaL Nyghtmare’s kill in dreams, no matter how real-it-seems//
killin fiends… 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 FaTaL votes…is if they die typing//
November’s here, it’s clear FaTaL’s 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//
astound peeps, as these verbs and nouns-feast on FaTaL//
I’m spittin-facts, FaTaL’s soft like Cinemax porn on cable//
I’m hardcore, your right I’ll be walkin the yard… 25 to life//
from stalkin-a-broad, spot ya wife- grip my hunting knife and slice//
or from spittin a full clip after partin her lips quick//
fuck Nixon, I’ll be Carter when I “Jimmy” ya lock dip shit//
enter ya home, no armor is resistant, I pen-in-an-instant… classic scripts//
blastin-clips… ya cure for “heart-burn” wont be antacids bitch//
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”//
I’ll wipe the smile off ya face & leave ya shoutin in pain//
after I let the nine dispatch in this finals mismatch to “go out with a bang”//