Damn Blunt_MC, what took so long, it's about time you address me//
I must have ya shook, I can't think of another reason why you’d neglect me//
I guess ‘cuz I’m ya rival you try an threaten me, but what’s the fuckin’ point, it ain’t like u can get to me//
It's been like damn near 2 days since I dissed you//
And you just now gonna respond with soft shit I can easily rip through//
Not only are you weak, you a bitch too, you lucky we on the net ‘cuz if we were on the fuckin’ streets I would kill you, if beefin’ was the issue//
Roach ass nigga I’ll step on ya with my sneaker and squish you//
Fuck all the B.S to get through, I'd appreciate it if we could just skip to the part where I murder ya ass and leave you to mildew//
Rest in peace, little bitch dude//
Fuck you and ya coalition, y’all nothin’ more than a collective body of ho's and bitches who wish you was as tight as this nigga E is//
The method in which I compose my lyrics, my flow is wicked, any nigga that goes against E, is confronted with smokin 50's, getting’ blown to tidbits//
I imagine your verse, no talent, I see nothing//
I ain’t a gangster?, come to my hood, show you I don’t be bluffin’//
If my gat see somethin’, It be pumpin…//
Clips.. Ya knees keep jumpin’//
Trying to dodge my gat bullet//
You a thug? The trigga, guarantee you wont have the sack to pull it//
I get respect, I’m known for beef//
Break ya neck, sittin’ on my throne of the street//
Fuck u.. for real, that’s my statement//
After me on the street there will be no replacement//
Kidnap you and ya family, dump the bodies in ya grandma’s basement//
Rhymes so ill, they sicker than a cancer patient//
But if you think I’m fronting, then come at me//
No pussy here, in front of ya crew I will stand, see…//
Gats where my hands be//
With none of my mans G//
Try to test me and see who will stand last//
You’re a dead cat when the gats blast//
Homie you ain’t got street smarts, and try not to spit please//
You spit with a fever?, I spit with a disease//
So for real, don’t call beef, ‘cause ya chances are slim//
Better start praying to God, fuck it… I'll send you to him//

I GOT MORE THAN 30 LINES, I COULDN'T STOP THE FLOW ONCE IT STARTED...