Epilogue:
Riggz and Menace stand toe to toe. Riggz removes his hoodie, and takes the mic from Complex. Bobbs his head as the dj spins the beat... and the blood bath begins.....
WTF? Again, I gotta chuck this young buck, he betta duck
They say the third times the “charm” but Menace you outta “luck”
I know you think you blaze mics but heed the warning in this
The problem is, the hottest you’ve been, is warming the bench
The infrareds at your at your head, yea I’m finnin’ ta blast dude
If he message me one more time bout joinin’ his damn crew
ILL' minds is raw? Shit naw! I’ll drop all of they fukin’ jaws
How can five “niggaz” in a group be more “pussies” than broads?
You’re a diabetic in this race, the finish line you’ll never cross it
Cause my lyrics are like "mufflers", they leavin’ Men- "exhausted"
Have’em coughin’ up a lung when I’m done. This niggaz fake
And your styles a dead giveaway like Michael Jackson’s estate
You’ll start by shootin’ blanks in the dark, and most’ll miss-me
Fuk your stretched out bars, I’ve seen shorter lines at Disney
I’ll be surprised you even show up wit those battles you be neglectin’
Cause you “pull out” more times than “teens sexin’ wit no protection”
...drops the mic... since he can't hand it over to a no show!
