alright, I hate fuckin' wit' weak bitches but they were askin' for it, so . . . . .

I’ll rip La Familia alphabetically and start wit’ Blunt MC to end his career first//
Thinkin’ he got a nice flow just cause everyone rags on his queer verse//
you should be committed dun, so don't even speak ILL of me even though I'm that type of dude//
admit it son, you just have dreams of spittin', you really have someone write for you//
and 10-15? i guess you can't even afford a good record, isn't that the truth blunt//
shit, I never smelt so much pussy since I was free-ballin' in your girl's loose cunt//
so why would you step to us, we’re really not the ones to come to when you feel you got somethin' to prove//
this must be premeditated suicide, but I guess he wasn't bluffin', he’s gonna go through with it too//
I ain't bullshittin', he's been pm'in' me sayin' he got stuck by a dude and doesn't know what to do//
if your wrists weren’t so weak I would’ve suggested a 22 for you to use//
it was comical the way he was confessin’ hysterically, now he wants to end his life lyrically//
seriously, you initiated this shit thinkin’ La Familia would come out a head and then spit so carelessly//
listen, you’re in a internet clique that’s composed of two chicks//
son, if you have back then now is a good time to run and get behind it//
cause with all that E your spine couldn’t possibly be strong enough//
just like we were comparin’ dicks, your intellect just can’t last long enough//
and all that oxycotin got you losin’ control of battles like proxy contests//
tryin’ to add your 2 cents on BRE but every word of your verse was sloppy nonsense//
and Enigmatic, you’re faker than OJ Simpson tryin’ to show that his hand didn’t fit in that glove//
face it you’re stuck, how can you talk shit when half of your wins are against the bitch I just berated above//
you must’ve been cursin’ Blunt’s verse when he posted, you knew from the beginnin’ you weren’t winnin’//
shit, after I’m done spittin’ this your head is gonna resemble your avatar the way that record is spinnin’//
I don’t even have to take this to front lines, those wins would be too easy to earn//
Cause ain’t nothin’ ill about your crew other than the fact that you guys pee and it burns//
My intellect is too demanding, your mere silence in this beef implies you understand me//
That’s why like the last episode of the Sopranos, this verse signals the disbanding of “ the family”//
You might be clueless so if you wanna get blazed again set it up and spit you’re weak rhymes out//
But you’ll each have to do it crewless cause I just phased your family’s line out//

. . . blazed . . .