Verse 1 - Earl Solow
Motherfu--ers what?
Swingin’ on my nutz
Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft
Because I be the tightest
You had to go and write that shi-
You wanted Solow, you got Solow
My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat

Now I gotta bring your Momma into this
You runnin’ around hidin’ actin’ like a little bitc-
Continue to talk that shi- what you about
I’ll just use the rest of your family to bring yo punk as- out
Who does, I don’t give a fu-- you was in the services
So is your sex starved bitc-
Pull my dick out her butt, smack the whore in the face
When your tongue hits the pearly whites tell me how’s Earl Solow dick taste?
Man fu-- this nigga, I feel sorry for your bastard kids
Kid or kids - I don’t know no specifics, I don’t give a shi-
You crossed the family - fu-- that, that’s it
This is the clique, I warned you nigga you shoulda quit
I be the Solow rapper, Mr. Earl Solitary
The only thing holding G back from puttin’ your as- in the cemetery
Yo I heard from the E that you been talkin’ some smack about me
Tryin’ to start some shi-, nigga please - you’re out your league
Verbally, lyrically, physically
Nigga, you need to get over all this motherfu--in’ penis envy
Somethings you just cannot be
My equal, my superior, or any part of the MX-C
Would you take a bullet for your homie - who you wit?
Oh no you hesitatin’, you already failed the initiation - bitc-, I already took six


Verse 2 - Earl Solow
Motherfu--ers what?
Swingin’ on my nutz
Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft
Because I be the tightest
You had to go and write that shi-
You wanted Solow, you got Solow
My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat

Man I told ya, you didn’t wanna get your feelings hurt
You may wanna change your pants - change ya shirt
Bloodied ya up a little bit - ya pissed your pants
You wanted this beef nigga so we gave ya the chance
I know you can’t ball
So let’s save the ball till ya part - you should just fall
Street law says there cannot be two at the top
There can be only one, your head’ll get chopped
Oh yeah, I got you fu--ed up but you done
We did this dis on the weekend, we do this shi- for fun
How you gonna come against us?
We bigtime big baby, little Tommy Norris
Couldn’t get his way tears flowin, poutin’ he starts to fuss
Pledge will wipe the ashes away the ashes are gone this nigga is dust
- dusted off
Wait wait wait, hol’ up
While VoiceCrack got this bad as- beat bangin’
It’s time to stop singin’ and start swingin’
On you other motherfu--az who be perpetratin’
E Luv won’t say it but I will, let’s say I do some housecleaning
Spring to the front of the line
After all the E did for you - now you ain’t got no time
Okay fine - from this moment forward
Fu-- all you motherfu--ers, for all we care you fools can die


Verse 3 - Earl Solow
Motherfu--ers what?
Swingin’ on my nutz
Tryin’ to pull the motherfu--ers off - you fools must think I’m soft
Because I be the tightest
You had to go and write that shi-
You wanted Solow, you got Solow
My guns in your mouth - my dick in your bitc- throat

If I have to, I’ll build this shi- from the bottom up
We’re rappers without borders and the rest of you are just punk motherfu--s
Back on HTML, how you gon’ write some shi- like that
And think your as- ain’t gon’ get wacked
Then from Jimmy Blades retaliation you got slapped
Punk Legend didn’t even bus’ back
Fu-- that nigga, he ain’t even worth no more mentionin’
Time to bus’ caps on your punk as- friends
If they feel the need they wanna step the fu-- up
Probably not, cause those punk motherfu--az don’t wanna get bucked
I’d like to see you fools try to slap somebody in Buffalo Grove
Them Niggaz cain’t fu-- wit’ suburban commandos
Look I don’t give a fu-- what I may or may not have said
These niggas about to get shot in the fu--in’ head
Right or wrong, that don’t matter right about now
There’s fixin’ to be some dead scum as- fools scattered in the lost and found
I know I said I would say anything else
But I don’t feel he was punked enough, so here you go HTML
I just want one shot at you paper title
After I rip that shi- the rest of your signs’ll start looking vital
Oh well, I’m done with this fu--in’ song - these be the words of Earl Solow
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