Thought I'd stop this lil' nigga real quick. He don't know who he's fuckin' with, do he? M.c.'s walkin' around, not knowin' who the real one is... IT'S ME!

Homey, you made a big mistake, I wonder how many shots ya wig'll take//
In all reality, a brutal fatality is a probable possibility//
Ability and hostility combine to make son find that when fuckin’ wit E you need more than one spine//
I’m straight dead-a-ly, murder-a-melody cats act like E never heard of a felony//
You is fake, fronting, face it you a fuck up//
Pull the truck up, start sprayin’ shots and leave you all over 2 parking lots//
Kid i’m not playin’, if I start sprayin’ I’ll wet ya chest like cologne//
Make you leave rap alone, snap a bone then give you a slap with chrome//
Automatically I drastically turn a comedy to tragedy//
Sporadically attacking ya anatomy//
Split you like a philly, roll you like a philly, smoke you like a philly//
To be “blunt”, you silly if you think you beating me... feel me?//
Shit, feel free to try a spit back, ‘cuz ya shit’s wack//
Call me Even Stevens, ‘cuz i’ll spit six in ya six pack//
Hearing the click clack, then the booms, i’ll leave a motherfucker feeling like he just took shrooms//
Straight trippin’, this is a one sided battle don’t even throw ya lip in//
Step in position to beat you into submission, slugs ripping ya clothes//
Catch you “In The Club” while you “Throwin’ Bows” and break ya nose//
Face it homey, you used to be true, and now you is just lost, kinda seeming commercial//
Leave you with a Walker and I don’t mean Hershel//
I don’t care about a win, I don’t spit for the hit//
I spit for the folks who ain’t equipped with the gift//
Helped build this site from 3 years back, rippin’ to bits…//
The competition, and this the thanks that I get for the shit//
Spittin’ Quick, please, you are not Hova's seed//
You cant be #1, face it, don’t die over greed//
Wonder why you lying in a ditch, and you’re missing//
Plus I heard from your fam you was a fuckin’ snitch by tradition//
You gangsta??, load the clip in and blast//
How could you be fucking with Enigmatic, with a phat dick in ya ass//
There’s a lot of niggas around that don’t want me alive//
Niggas done ran up in my crib before, tried to dump 3 and slide//
You got your guns, LOL, no… really I’m laughing//
Your little blunts, you smoke stale... Your philly’s be cracking//
I ask the boards a question, will he react when…//
E’s on his block trying to kill the beef and a nigga’s nappin’//