(This one is for all y'all B.R.E. fags... stop hatin' on me and my clique. Just 'cuz we rule y'all fools. Ha, ha, ha... think your bitch ass verses hurt me? You obviously ain't know who you fuckin' with. HOLLA. .La Familia. representin'... Gotta verse for everyone of you fools. PEEP.)


<<OUTSIDA>>
Truth be told, I'm hardcore, you're Coors Lite (core's light)//
I'd cut your life short with a quick sword slice//
I'm into sports like some jocks, but I'd rather do like squeezin' needles and bustin’ shots//
If you didn't know, my tongue is hot//
The mic has to be covered with UV-Ray protection sunblock//
These weak writers will be worn out like cheap tires//
Plus I spit like broken extinguishers, ‘cuz I never cease fire//
Tell the truth, you tremble from the wisdom//
If you trip into my vision you’re gonna become part of the cross fire, like burned symbols of religion//
Before battlin' this lyrical genius, start to read a text book//
Like Peter Pan's arch-enemy, I got a dangerous left Hook//
This bitch'll get shook ‘cuz I ate his vowels//
I'll toss you into the woods so apes and owls will rape ya bowels//
My intelligence is so high my brain tissue evolved to paper towels//
I got 12 ways for you to get stabbed, so give me ya best jab//
‘Cuz I got the strength as a person that could bench half of a ton, so rap and then run, 'cuz I'm the first to draw blood like I brought a sketch pad//


<<BASH>>
I take clowns as failed math tests, dog I just rip them//
On the mic he wouldn’t have the kiss Of death if he played spin the bottle with ‘em//
I’m fixing to blow shots where ya head is, keep with the green like lettuce//
E always stay with a Tech, and I ain’t talking about a school in Texas//
Stick around pussy, i’ma show you what the flows about//
I’ll know my dick like CPR, ‘cuz it’s always blowing in his mouth//
I’m like police in Hong Kong, I stay beatin’ spitters//
Once the 9 pops, he’s the first one out, like shitty lead off hitters//
Ya words wouldn’t stick if you sipped from a fountain of glue//
But for real I give credit where credit is DEW… ya middle name could be EVEREST, I still
wouldn’t see the MOUNTAIN in you//
Now I know for a fact that you’re an ass entertainer//
Enigmatic’s bottle caps still pop you through a glass container, so as for the remainder…//
I’ll have you sleepin’ like you was strapped to a manger, geeky m.c. tryin’ ta spit through your
plastic retainer//
I was gonna slow the roll, but I’m bad, so fuck the good of ya health//
You getting’ ladies, LOL, only time your hand smells like pussy, is when you play wit’ yourself//
Homey, you gotta ask yourself, will you really die for a win?//
’Cuz I’ma have your fucking wig split, like bald Siamese twins//
Watch as the spits get bolder, the wrists gets colder//
He knows I’m better, so like I was throwing fried potatoes, you stay with a chip on ya shoulder//
Multies off the hook, I speak the meanest//
Only time you getting’ sucked off is if you put a leech on ya penis//
Forever I’m killing kids, using my raps as my torture//
I’ll slit ya throat man, have your Adam’s Apple sent back to the orchard//
I stay awaiting pokes and punches, so why don’t you just get to the point//
You’re queer, LOL, you never minded girls, he couldn’t even hit on a joint//
C’mon doggie, you’re a smart boy, you should use ya knowledge//
’Cuz with brain like that, you could make it right through college//
Never stop murdering cats, I always kill//
Face it, you couldn’t flip my beef if you threw it on the grill//


<<LABYRINTH_22>>
You want it? Kid i'm like a timid wheel, you’re lucky i'll go a round (around)//
Like drug dealin’ to fags, i'll give this homo a pound (lbs)//
I'm ambidextrius when i punch, i'll hit you with a metta-multi//
Talking that muscle, but he holdin’ a chest of poultry (bird chest)//
If you split the rope on the soap you still couldn’t drop a bar//
You’re nothin’ but space in this metaphor, so how you gonna stop a star?//
You’re gonna call yourself Em-cubed when your not even close to a 4th of Slim//
You’re getting played son, i'll make a sport of him//
Kid is like the Lakers press, he can't report the win//
I'll soak ya flow like a liver, absorbed in gin//
In this battle you’re getting fucked at all angles, like multi-camera'd porn//
My speech will disfigure ya ears, like damaged corn//
I'm like sterling silver in a tattoo shop, I was made to rip through this pussy//
I'll have you like a pitcher with a bad opening day, i'll discontinue this rookie//
Like a venue of bookies, takin’ the stage is a gamble//
I'll set fire to ya lines, like the flame of a candle//
This dame, I can handle, you take battling like the special Olympics, every win is a feat//
Like every good writing, this rhyme will end with a beat (beating)//


<<SKIDDLEZZ>>
Why you go and say you’re ill, I can’t believe this//
I run these roads, you stick to the “cross” walks like Jesus//
Have ya neck folded with multiple creases, smash ya Volvo in pieces//
Another kid that I’m gonna take to a funeral, get peed on like cakes in urinals//
Biggest fake in the world, I could stop now and beat this fruity bitch//
He gets mistaken for girls, like Jay-Z songs, dudes always be like "Excuse Me Miss"//
My flow is quenched, don’t stop ‘til I know you’re drenched//
Only time he walks on the “Wild” side is if he’s sitting on Minnesota's bench (hockey team)//
This ain’t even my style, I wasn’t gonna start to slam//
I heard you got porn on ya computer? Please, how you gonna get ya floppy out that hard drive man?//
Inner fire burns, I ain’t someone you wanna go to hell with//
People think I work at the harbor, ‘cuz in rap I’m sell-fish (sell fish/selfish)//
Homey, you got the losing touch, what kind of style is that?//
Lend me money, i'll give you “I Owe You’s", but you won’t even get ya vowels back//
Next time weigh out your do's and dont's//
Look at me and sea sick (see sick), like dudes on boats//


<<EVILEY>>
I'll have you like slow motion pucks, have you crying, “save me!"//
Quit ridin’ Marshall, you'll play his CD for years, ‘cuz that’s the only way you’re gonna carry an Em-80 (M-80)//
Fuck the sun, I spit heat to make the temperature rise sooner//
I can smell you, a joke, from a mile away, battlin’ you, I just got a good sense of humor//
You’re just an actor dog, you ain’t really here to stay//
E makes you shake-spears, and you ain’t even in the play//
I’ma try not to kill you on this one, I’m in a classy mood//
Homey, I carry 38 Specials, and I ain’t talking about no fast food//
You probably think I ain’t got guns, but you’re the first to ask for a glock//
Your verses are choppy, I suggest you space bars, like drunk Astronauts//
Don’t ya get it dog, I don’t lose, you got played for a fool//
I heard ya girl wears chastity belts, don’t make me put 3 In The Key, like NBA rules//
Don’t get caught in drama, you’re not good enough for war to be an issue//
You’re whack, i'll call up M.O.P., and have them wipe the floor with you//
I treat m.c.’s like elastic, ‘cuz they leave on stretchers//
E throws heat at ya chest, like Nolan Ryan’s catcher//
I’ve seen this all before, you think you’re tough, but you a bitch thuggin’//
It’s like you collect insects dog, you gotta quit buggin’//
Let all motherfuckers be knowing I’m bringing hell home//
’Cuz any fuckin’ battle wouldn’t be a close call if we talked beside each other on cell phones//


<<B-MACK (FAG)>>
I’m known as unbearable heat, your flow fails to attempt fire//
Face it kid you wouldn’t be hard shit if you put cement in a diaper//
You’re facin’ the best, I promise you won’t live through the day//
This fight is like an ad for free bodies, ‘cuz the outcome is a dead give away//
Enigmatic’s getting’ real women, you still gotta pay for strippers//
Rap got me saying cheese, like they were takin’ pictures//
Fuck lacing crack, i'll have it tied in a bow//
Try and dis me, but you draw Blanks, like you did artwork for Taebo//
No need to punch, I can just slap this fag//
Shit, i'll have ya white shirt soaking red, like you was wearin’ the Japanese flag//
I’m that ill motherfucker, with the clever ‘lil twist//
Nigga, you couldn’t be heavy duty if you shitted bricks//
You getting’ taken to proms by ballers, you’re just some dude in a dress//
Built a rep for suckin’ dick, I heard you handle more packages then UPS//
I shift shapes and stay on point, like I was being a needle//
You might peep one punch of deep impact on me, but I ain’t seein’ a sequel (the movie)//
Back to you being a girl, I know you work on a poll//
Even ya parents know you a bitch, that’s why they got you on birth control//
No need to post, this shit will really get bad bro//
Ya secret’s out faggot, now feel E’s shadow//


(Ha, ha, ha, ha... game's over now. Don't try and come back, you ain't gotta chance... WHAT!)

lmfao.. good one dawg.. like I said they ain't seen shit yet.. I got one comin' soon enough.. .La Familia.

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Don't sleep!

LOL , , ,, , Another whack drop by dem la familia bitches

yo cat ista illist: hesay:

These weak writers will be worn out like cheap tires//
Plus I spit like broken extinguishers, ‘cuz I never cease fire//

hey they runnin' me off of the computers right now, got a line the size of the great wall behind me...peace

some o fit was alright,the em-80 line was alright,but i didnt understand it,all i know is that an m-80 is a big ass machine gun that kills alot of people very quickly...that alal i know for now..why cant yall jsut organize a battle....instead of all this shit your dropin in here?....

Y'all tryin' to pretend like shit ain't affect ya... that's why you tryin' to hit me back with some verses? Ha, ha... funny ass niggas yo.

the only thing that salvaged that weak verse was the fact that you didn't mention me. fuckin' weak . . .

Fuck you nigga... stop hatin'. Ass. Ha, ha...