Ay yo
Mic check…….1,2,3…..Mic check

Yo..

I really hope that was a WARM-UP and not a freestyle//
Cuz u bout to end up like some MOST WANTED police files//
You bout to get more”Beatings” than Eminems wife//
So when I be speaking, yo face will be leaking, when I b beating u with handle of a knife//
Im battling some whack ass emcee, he’s a newbie//
This shit is bout to get physical… go ahead…sue me//
Yo dawg take a seat, u cant fucks wit me, fuckin EPC//
And what kind of name is that, sounds like an abbreviation for (E)agered, but (P)issed. off (C)onstantly//
U know u cant spit against me,,,obviously//
Cuz I rep da I.L.L, the ones who kill//
While verbally abusing yo brain while still//
But your words aint worth shit so basically your talk-is-cheap//
Destroyin all-your-schemes, now this emcee is OBSELETE//
Stop’n retreat, you aint fuckin wit me…have u lost ur senses//
Whats the consequences? Emcee couldn’t see me through BINOCULAR LENSES//
Rippin apart defenses, your remarks-are-whack and speechless at that//
With a can FULL OF GASOLINE you still couldn’t spark this match//
So don’t quit yo day job while u still alive//
Here u go... heres a new SPITTIN QUIK guide//