(Niggas, I told you the REVOLUTION was coming… now it’s here, what ya gonna do?)

Gather ‘round my niggas, to watch this dude get got//
Bash is "painting bullets", ‘cuz beating me, you already "blue (blew) ya shot"//
You ain’t equipped to be rude with glocks//
Leave this kid “bare”, like he was rappin’ at a "nudist spot"//
I keep it gully, all my audio is on a tape recorder//
You keep it bitch, Bash, like "fast food" he’s used to taking "orders"//
If ya mouth keeps runnin’, i'll have you ducking clips//
Stop tryin’ ta have "sex with a question mark", you just don’t know who you "fuckin’ with"//
Don’t know and don’t care where this fruit is from//
My spits have my name in ya mouth always, like it was "tatooed to ya tongue"//
Lord E can’t be touched, I walk in the ring with stealth//
You cant rap!! You "lip sink" like a bitch that "fingers her self"//
All I needed was a pen in the penn, now I’m free from the state//
Face it, you couldn’t "take me out" if I agreed to a "date"//
But wait, just in case you say that I didn’t use that right…//
Them chances are more "hopeless" then this dude Bash on our site//
My flow can’t be stopped, stay hot like oven tops//
I’m like a mime, I’m all action and not some bitch that talks//
Ya see, my corrupted speech is tough to teach, vocabulary too long for this slut to reach//
Keep these nuts in ya cheek, step, and get walked on like sand on a beach//
It ain’t no thing, i'll straight put this hoe on the floor//
I’m clever enough to "switch Styles" like I didn’t wanna listen to his "album no more"//
Homey, i'll spit on ya coffin, i'll fuckin’ laugh if you’re dead//
Only time you "poppin’ off at the mouth" is when the "bullet goes through the back of ya head"//
O.k., i'll be honest, you’re forever suckin’ like ya mouth’s glued to a straw//
This kid "full of himself" like dudes with "stuffed drawers"//
You’re just another dead rapper, two bars and i’m over you//
Wanna be a star? I'll have you "popped at" more then "models at a photo shoot"//
To me the mic’s like weed, you pass it, I smoke it//
Nigga, E always "cum’s tight", like my sperm is "claustraphobic"//
Your talks won’t get you far, I spit ‘til ya face splits//
Bash's defense is weak, punches "touch down" like spaceships//
Let’s get back to the basics, m.c.’s crumble like cookies//
You’re fuckin’ with the "Major Leauge", face it, they don’t make "jock straps" for "pussies"//
Best pray for ya health man, ‘cuz I’m like God in a way//
Kid claims he's an "axe murderer" ‘cuz he don’t like the "body spray"//
Where I live they snatch ya chain and ya life, no pity in the hood//
You’re a funny guy, if this was a comedy act you'd be pretty good//
Look dogg, I’d try, but you’re just some practical goof//
I'll have ya fucking "dome opened" like a "retractable roof"//
I’m the type to get under ya skin like cuts and rabies//
Get some balls man, i’ve seen bigger nuts on babies//
Whack rappers and me don’t mix, I spit true success//
Bash, i’ll have you hit with so many “shells”, it’s like I threw a dozen “eggs” at ya vest//
You’re not the first that thought they could walk, but tripped//
After this war people ask if you’ve been "workin’ out", because "YOU GOT RIPPED!"//

(Ha, ha, ha, ha... Don't try an' act like I ain't rip you nigga. .LA FAMILIA.)