I wanted to go three rounds, but one is plenty//
my idea of fun’s pluggin Juan till the gun is empty//
wanna tempt me?- ya Envy my best shit//
I bless scripts, for eclectics ‘Craven’ horror stories like Wes’s//
message in a bottle, that Molotov hittin ya windshield//
clips peeled, fulfilled my Lust to see ya get killed//
in my Greed, ya life’s cheap, ya corpse felt my aggress-sin//(aggression)
waited till rigamortis set-in then gorged myself on dead skin//
hungrily, ya lunch-to-me, Gluttony is my deadly sin//
I take it back in fact it was my Wrath that left ya head leakin//
Seak’s a heathen!! when I breathe in and exhale//
you got guts Juan- that’s past-tense since the absence of ya entrails//
I Pride myself on siphoning health and Juan’s crazy//
on the side bribing Stealth, this Sloth is gone lazy//
hate me, get angry, in a rematch I bleed cats//
ya obviously ain’t on-Juan(on one) unlike a crack fiend that’s relapsed//
Seak’s 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… Juan better get ghost like poltergeists//