(Aight... this nigga Bash... make up ya mind dogg. Either be gettin' ripped on the regular by us, or be chill with us. Don't try an' start beef just to get people to check ya threads. I'm endin' this "beef" you started, right here.)


<<Round 1>>
B.R.E., y’all fuckin’ with the wrong niggas, better bring some drastic tools//
You kids ain’t gangsta, ya crew sounds like the name of a retarded kids’ school//
I give punks the cold shoulder, So y’all better attack with heat//
Only got one "registered user", same dude that got 7 names, stay’s jackin’ my beats//
Be easy or at least start the shit that you wanted to//
I’ve seen 100 year old "mummies" that got more "guts" than you//
Go ahead Bash an’ bring ya boys, not even a hundred men hurt me//
The only "ill head" in ya crew gots "genital herpes"//
Wants beef? O.k., it’s war if you say so//
Rap Battles real m.c.’s, you pussies stay waitin’ to blow like a dorment volcano//
Acting like y’all street, and how you creep wit a rouga//
Couldn’t rep that shit "hard" if you battled "Medusa"//
This a joke to me, usually I won’t speak to nerds//
Heard you say your crew was better? Like "Alphabet Soup" i’ma make you "eat ya words"//
Only way you’re beatin’ us down is if we dyin’ in laughter//
’Cuz your crew needs more "back up" than "high chiropractors"//
.La Familia. vs. you, or even me vs. your crew, HA HA , it don’t matter to me//
We the big leagues, y’all not even "triple a batteries"//
Your best emcee ain’t shit, no punches and his flow is poor//
Some dude "big upped ya crew" so much it went "over board"//


(DING DING!!! End of round one... Bash is bleedin' from the nose and mouth...)


<<Round 2>>
Bash, you’re tryin’ to run with Lord E, sonny you ain’t gonna rally//
Kid’s making no cash, last time you saw "five figures" you got "jumped in an alley"//
Rookie i'll straight put three in ya head, leave these keys red//
Dude’s like fucking "fishing line", nobody’s even gonna see ya “thread"//
Stop talkin’ tough, you never gonna pop shit, I put glocks to ya optic//
You a pussy, i’ma throw "Nike’s off rooftops", so you can get "drop kicked"//
I see you notice the record, HA HA, love the way you say it’s good…//
Tryin’ ta spark beef for what? You wouldn’t last one day in Mr.Rogers neighborhood//
Ain’t the one to be taken lightly, really don’t wanna run my way//
He’s hard for 6 days a week? Then he’s soft like a "sundae"//
Ya lyrics suck dogg, you just the wrong kid to face me//
This "clown" Bash is tryin’ ta be a "killer", got me battling RB’s "John Wayne Gotti"//
Stop tryin’ ta be a mobster//
Lyrically i’ma a monster//
I stay with "clips" like "lobsters"//
This rap game is mine, so the door stays locked//
You ain’t evil? Dude still tryin’ ta "eat out Pandora’s Box"//
I’ma give you credit, at least you never ducked the star//
I’d let you "shoot close range", but you'd only have the balls to take a "picture of my car"//


(DING DING!!! End of round two... Bash's eye is hella swollen, mouth's still bleeding. He tries to grab the towel and throw it in, his trainer won't let him...)


<<Round 3>>
Bash, you fag… I shine like the sun, or diamonds in the sky//
Stop tryin’ ta suck dicks dogg, or you will get "privates in your eye"//
It’s like I’m so good, everybody I face they demand I retire//
But i'll have you "coughing up blood" like you were getting "drunk with a vampire"//
Fists keep flyin’ and bombs hit the dirt//
My glock will have you hearing "heavy metal", like a fucking "Mason concert"//
You can throw ya eggs, ‘cuz that’s the only way shells hit me by the dozen//
Stop "talking" out your "ass", sounds like you’re asking "bums" for spare change or somethin’//
You need to check ya self, Bash, you’re not a rapper or a baller//
Pussy couldn’t "raise money" if he gave "birth to a dollar"//
So what you stole my skills? Nigga, we ain’t alike//
You could put this battle in a "safety deposit box" and still not "save ya life"//
I’ma leave you disappointed, just another dead man//
He admits to "jacking off" "How High" actors, ‘cuz i’m leaving this faggot ta "beat Redman"//
Animal protest guns, I’m saying you still get hit with the Eagle//
Congrats, you’ve been "knighted", ‘cuz you’re not primal, maybe "Mid Evil"//
Like slow motion impact i'll make sure you bleed slow//
’Cuz ‘Matic is a fucking "jack pot" like I was stealing "weed from Vegas”, the gambling capitol//


(BOOOOOOM!!! Bash collapses to the canvas in a big ass heap... 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10... HE'S OUT!!!)

(I think that nigga gets the point... ha, ha, ha)