These bitches:

Hey yo, Deuce,

You hear about this fuck boy Danny?

I have because he's gone Undead,

He's now followed by fuckin' hundreds,

He's loved by the youth, The fans and secretly, You!

I'll tell you someone I haven't heard of, Truth.

Who the fuck is this guy? He sounds like a chocked out goose,

being hung from a noose, Grown up with child abuse,

He's new to the music life, He should stay at home with his pretend Wife,

He's now joined up with Deuce because he's desperate for views,

It's funny man, how you're a pussy clan,

I'd get more excitement from chewing a tin can,

Deuce, you should change your game plan,

It's lame man,

The only thing you said about George Ragan,

Was that he was overweight,

That's just great, How cute,

You're getting so mad over this little dispute,

But it's funny, When J3 enters you'd go running,

Did you hire Truth just for protection?

He's the son of rejection,

But he loves H.U really, He shows affection,

Or Deuce, Do you love him for his large black erections?

Wait, correction; Is he black or Mexican?

Hahaha, Truth who the fuck are ya?

Did you join NoLives because your parents don't want ya?

There should be a crime,

Against pre-schoolers who try to spit ryhmes!

But I'ma let you slide, You can kiss our Undead behinds,

So Deuce.. Be kind, Our name's been going around,

We've been better since Notes From The Underground,

Who's this Kinda Major kid anyway?

Is he extremely high pitched or openly gay?

But hey, What he says must be true,

Oh wait, Nobody's fuckin' heard of you!

Sorry Deuce, I can't hear you over the auto-tune,

Just face it you're almost done with now,

I'll drag you to somewhere you won't be found,

Fuck your crew up and spit them out,

And leave ya'll Dead In A Ditch without a sound.

Why do you need a black ski-mask on Truth?

You gonna' go rob a liquor store? Why?

When you're in 9Lives what more could you ask for?

You've got your own free pussy, Hey!

Hollywood who? Undead bitch, You're writing a song about us,

Are you that thick? You stupid fuckin' bitch,

I still itch, For the day that we meet,

You got 9Lives Nacho?

You really are a fuckin' pussy then aren't you brochacho?

You'll understand when your balls hit the flo'

When you grow up enter the world you'll see mo'

I'm the baddest in this bitch fo' sho'

Deuce can't write, But don't laugh at him he's slo'

They Call me Septembers Son,

Because I'll leave you done,

It's all fun, There's no harm in killing cunts,

You think 9Lives are good? You're all bent little runts,

Yes I want a war bitch, So give me what I want,

We've got J-D, Funny, Kurlzz, Charles, Johnny, and Danny infront,

With our 9's held up poppin' you bitches,

Put you in the trunk and drop you all of in the ditches,

The only words Deuce can pronounce is 'Snitches and Bitches',

The rest of his lines are spits,

The Undead army are the shit!

We'll pull by your trailer and punch you in the dick,

You're thick, I have to keep my rhymes easy,

So you can keep up to me and Charles P Scene-ee.

All hail Undead,

We've got our middle fingers up,

Shoot our guns in your face cuz' we don't give a fuck!

Lights out bitches.

Hahahaha, You're done.