[Deuce:]
They're talking about you
As if all hell broke loose
They don't even know you
They're just lighting your fuse
They're talking about you
Like revenge is there too
You're everybody's fool
Can't win, you'll just lose

[Gadjet:]
When I walk through LA, and it's smelling like death
I done murdered all these MCs, there ain't none left
Their bodies are fucking rotting, decomposing their flesh
What man responsible for all of this? Just guess
Same one you can't keep up out your mouth, oh yes
The same one they keep asking about in the press
Who gives a shit? Like a magazine means success?
Make everybody fucking wonder what I'm gon' say next
Kerrang don't know a thing about rock unless
You focus on these pussy, emo, fucking pop projects
That talked some shit about and dissed the homie Deuce, no less
Well, I can rock and rock it like a rocket launcher to chest
So ticky-tock-tickety-tock, watch the clock and stress
Run up in your label, flip the table on the execs
Tell 'em all to kiss my ass when I jump on their desk
And show 'em what a fucking promise is instead of a threat

[Deuce