yep it's the third round, third dance, third chance to show ya ammount
to nothin but ya sure good at fallen down I'm the shadow laughin in the crowd
you're lashen out at life aint fair graspen for style but nothin but thin air
I'm shooten on battles but I'm a sit on gattle at the down end of them cold stares
so I write letters in pairs as I spit rhetoric writen rage a whole new page
so I rhyme quick and lick ya spits back to hell and loom back to my cage
shatter bars and dessimate stage in form of locks in axis disregardin fame
so I got backpack full of anthrax to formulate attacks on targets played
down in monopoly, this aint no game when I roll back tanks on boardwalk, okay
I understand your pissed I understand ya been dissed but you understand this
roll back a flag over my face, one star two stripes soaked red from blood stains,
connect the dots its a map mind traps my camps with ink red still damp and slain
you understand? my brain and wishen I could say there was some kinda work of frame
but no, nothin to gain,caught on crew cut eyes on graveyard lies insane grotesque
genocide, throwin back a test he cheated no fail he dropped an ace on dime
you on stage resemble a mime, ya choke on vibe, and frankly I dont got the time.