Deuce says he’s bested seak… please, your insane//
my flow will wet Keys… like them Florida hurricanes//
you’re a lame, with urine stains… after I piss on his Jersey//
hurt D’… wipe my ass with your hit list in a hurry//
you got a Glock and clips?... female keep talkin’ shit//
it was eminent, you’d be an effeminate renamed Robin bitch//
all you drop is shit, all you squeeze is ya butt cheeks//
ya sig is Deuce for a reason… and “number 2” can’t touch seak//
me and weak… antithesis- like bullets and health//
Deuce is full of shit… cause he full of himself//
thinking you famous, braggin bout the Lifestyles of Robin Keyz//
but you stay on-ya-knees suckin g’s, ya sig should be Robin Leach//
want simple terms?... let me break it down for you simple then//
I never tire… and ride on Deuce like Michelins//
verbal conditionin’… seak stays sharp like Ginsu//
I stay behind bars- with more sick shit than Andy Dufresne had to swim through//
it’s true… my Redemption involves Shank-ing a cat or two//
and against Deuce, who’s more ass than Donkey- “that’ll do”//
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but I ain’t finished yet… the Siccness virus at his finest//
attack like War of the Worlds and spray this board with a fine mist//
with the blood of this foe… against this flow you need scuba//
in 2 months, Deuce’ll still be missing like that bitch in Aruba//
I’m too much, your Cleveland and I’m Michael Jordan//
and no ones applauding ya “clappin at your Cavs” recycled boredom//
it’s the truth… plenty proof of my mastery//
this has to be… the deadliest flow since the tsunami catastrophe//
so ‘wave’ goodbye… talked shit so of course you die//
as I light-a-nerd with fireworks… a week after the 4th of July//