[Verse 1: Fire Da Misfit]

I'ma let y'all know now, how this gon' go down

Old head getting fucked up for three whole rounds

If I get pissed off, hospitals are incidental

Let a clip off, shit long as the instrumental

From the same city but, ain't no brotherly love here

Just a lot of drugs and guns, brotherly slugs here

Eat a dick E, this, fire

One piece, zip up the body: Michael Myers

Ay, boogie now

Just know if I slide through the hood E down

Look old head, we could rumble or we could throw lead

Shove the gun in ya' bitch mouth, now she a Conehead

You can beg me to stop, but I'ma go 'head

She get the buck, I let off three: Brook Lopez

Big man go crazy when I'm throwing chrome

Shit hitting E T, he gon' be phoning home

That was light, lemme get a repeat

This joint start pointing I wouldn't wanna be E T

Set debt on ya' life, I say a bet with it

We could fight, he get a right, and then a left with it

Get it right, there on scene, then get left with it

Cut the shit, knife to his lip, Wyclef with it

I came here to out-rap you

But bro, don't get outta hand, I'll slap you

With the brown side, like welcome back to SMACK

It's you vers' Hitman, remix it, back to back

Real shit, I'm not no slouch

Rick James ya' bitch pussy, got my spot on the couch

Thought you paid the bills, she said "This is not Ness house

He ain't even got keys, I'm 'bout to lock Ness out"

I thought you was a monster, big car, Tonka

Big gun, Contra, nigga you an impostor

You picked this beat, I know you ain't think

You'd get a rope around ya' neck, you thinking Cuban links

Or get a scar across the cheek, think of Cuban Link

But boy I'm known to tear a squad like Cuban Link

It's whatever you want it to be [?]

Try and beat me hope it work out nigga: P.E

You ain't been the same since that PC

Hollowman fucked you up and had you smoking PC-

P nigga, that ain't no weed nigga

This SIG'll leave you wet and naw, I don't mean dippers

First of all stay in yo' motherfucking lane

Nigga I, don't play around I ain't no motherfucking- (game)

Nigga R, ready or not, you really about to lose

And this E, go for every motherfucker in the room

Fire

[Verse 1: E Ness]

Straight off the bat I don't know this dude

So I wouldn't hesitate to put a hole through dude

Man I don't trust niggas far as I could throw this dude

Put you in a uncle hold 'cause that's a old head move

Go and get ya' young bols and ya' old heads too

I don't do the typical shit that old heads do

I'm good anywhere I go, they like "Go 'head Lou"

He wide open for the shot, I'm like "Go head through"

I drop Fire in a hole

These rounds is on fire like that fire in a stove

That fire from the hose

It's like a firefighter how they sliding down the pole

So when they start shooting that shit out of my control

I teach you how to fight Fire with fire

This is Rocky part three I got the eye of the tiger

Empires stay building I look higher and higher

Ya' bitch let the whole hood hit, why would you wife her?

Lou I been with the shit since, I was in diapers

Decapitate him on cam like, I was in ISIS

[?] keep talking shit, he the biter of biters

[?] let the hood hit, why would you wife her?

Man I shoot you in ya' head, now ya' roof is on Fire

And keep shooting it's gon' feel like Duke was on fire

Now when the last time you heard, Mook was on fire

Then I'm bringing the house down, roof is on fire

FYI I'll kill FYI

I killed Bill and then Buttah dog, and that's my guys

[?}, that's my squad

That mean you still could get left, if you catch my vibe

Incarcerated Scarface, getting high in a car chase

I crashed in the boardwalk and landed on Park Place

Y'all done fucked up and took, me to that dark place

My heart race, the barrel on my shottie is heart-shaped

You start late, I stay [?] in like a bar made

My shorty walk around with a trey, she a barmaid

And she'll leave a nigga right wherever he parlay

You pull up on me the wrong way you get parqueted

Or paralyzed from the wheelchair in a wheelchair

Niggas traumatized over me and they still scared

My bitch got a fake ass, but she got real hair

I'm 'bout to 3-0 this lil' lame and it feel weird

Steel flare I catch niggas staring in space

Certified bad boy, don't compare me to Mase

I got booked for some weed, it was barely a eighth

The cops was looking for a gun, it's right here in ya' face

Man somebody call the-

[Verse 2: Fire Da Misfit]

Let y’all know now how this gin’ go down

Old head getting fucked up for three whole rounds, now

What’s up Ness? I’m ‘bout to fuck you up Ness

This ratchet, Caprice Classic, that’s big enough to trunk Ness

You a whole bitch and I mean that

Fat and Joe, I let it spit make you lean back

I ain’t gotta hit ya’ C hat, peel more Bull Dog you’ll get bit where ya’ spleen at

And [?] yo’ pussy ass, you Ninja Turtle looking-ass dickhead

You came here to win? That shit dead

I agree, niggas don’t like to hear the truth, so here it go

Get hit with this .40, you’ll never see 50 years old

Boy I don’t fuck around

You’ll get a pound, with another pound

But we ain’t hugging now

No, them arms up, he think I’m tryna rumble now

No, I ain’t boxing, tryna box him

This knock a Philly legend out the ring: Bernard Hopkins

Tryna speak, get cut off dickhead, Lorena Bobbitt

Ness, you look like you been snorting eight-balls, you outta pocket

Bitch, you fat and funny, Andy Milonakis

And, bang, bet he dance when that, milli get to rocking

Shit, this ain’t the face-off

This nickel his cage and tear his face off

I’m thinking John Travolta when I’m smoking him

But I ain’t wanna kill him, blame this body on Chosen

So now you die from that shy Glizzy, everything golden

Woah, you battled Jae Millz, then Mook had second

And then you battled Ars’, that’s when I knew you had a death wish

Then you battled, Solomon, DNA, Syahboy

This a different death E, you catching on? Fire, boy

I’m with the dumb shit

For chicken, bring them drum sticks

That’s two pieces, nigga biscuits, come get yo’ lunch bitch

With the butt you get beat like you stole something

I ain’t never been stingy, let you hold something

Ness you can get smoked when I roll up

Call me 007 with the gold gun

You a pussy when it go down, you only act tough for the cameras

Swear to God let a nigga here lock me, bet you I’ma end up in the slammer

I told y’all I’ma kill him, I’m deceasing him

So when he die from this mill’, don’t blame obesity

Bad Boy this, Bad Boy that

Boy you gon’ get shot keep playing with that baseball bat

That Desert bird fly, land right in that baseball hat

I only need two to strike, this ain’t baseball scrap

That’s a fact, look, I should put my hands on this bitch, that’s a domestic

Fuck up my own event, you know, make it interesting

Knock Ness the fuck out, then, the ‘Is he dead?’ kick

Oh my God, he needs some milk, y’all better get Ness quick

First of all stay in yo' motherfucking (lane)

Nigga I, don't play around I ain't no motherfucking- (game)

Nigga R, ready or not, (you) really about to lose

But this E, it go for every motherfucker in the room

Fire

[Verse 2: E Ness]

Yeah, yeah

Call me I fuck up a check, but you gotta call me collect

You know I don’t care what they call me, as long as they call me the best, wooh

Man I was already lit, my future was already set

Parties my parties were lit, my future was already set

Party inside of my pocket, who wanna party with Ness?

Party inside of my pocket, who wanna party with Ness?

I’m ripping ya’ heart out ya’ chest, ooh, ya’ cardiac under arrest

Ooh, you know how I know you a bitch? Why? You say that shit under ya’ breath

Well, from what you done showed me today, uh, I wasn’t hardly impressed, uh

I tell you what after today, ooh, it’s gon’ be hard to invest, ooh

It’s gon’ be hard to finesse, ooh, you getting by with that bullshit

I’m washed and I’m already dressed, ooh, only thing left is my full clip

‘Bout to get into some more shit, bet I’m on point like a swordfish

The look on they face when they forfeit, I guarantee you can’t afford this

TMZ come and record this, ‘cause it’s coming through on the forklift

Real one kept the torch lit, I’m a king and this my court shit

Knock a pussy outta orbit, and document it as a homerun

Talking ‘bout you put a hole in one you just hold guns you never on one

Sho’nuff I’m a shogun, never folded my whole run

Never told on my co-d’s and this Uzi wear weigh a whole ton

This snub nose’ll give ya’ face time, A Plus’ll get ya’ screen cracked

Honey mustard or Dijon I pour ketchup on your meatpack

Two for one you can’t beat that, and my phone calls off the meat rack

All the haters that hated on me with the same energy then keep that

You get a two-piece in each kneecap, and tell OG to do the recap

Beat DOA with no rematch-

[Verse 3: Fire Da Misfit]

I'ma let y'all know now, how this gon' go down

Old head, you getting fucked up for three whole rounds

‘Cause he old as shit, and y’all keep fucking playing with me

I’ma put the knife right to E Ness

Drag it ‘cross ya’ stomach like a C-sec’

I turn his white T to a V-neck

I hit his throat, make him choke, you ain’t see Chess?

This is what I do

This is my house nigga, take off ya’ shoes

Yeah you a legend so it’s Smith & Wesson, bet a headshot leave you confused

I ain’t DNA, you won’t get to battle me twice

I’m sick as hell, think sickle cell, get it? It’s in my genes nigga this a battle for ya’ life

Ness, you cheesecake soft, look he mad, I ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout Diddy bitch

But you fat, black, ugly, but you ain’t nothing like Biggie bitch

You also Diddy bitch, ‘Bad Boy for life’, what the fuck happened to you?

You rep Southwest, with Reed Dollaz, he the general, so I’m a cap ten through you

Give Lou ten it, judgemental

13th Street, you love faggots

Get dragged, queen of the ring I can see you love Babs

I’m just tryna put a band together, you just tryna put ya’ Band together

Chopper spitting Dylons, if not guns I put a Fred together

That’s headlocks and headshots, I know that there that’s a scared look

I was gon’ give you one round, but a deuce got chucked like yearbook

Ness you not the same, I thought you was a G

This gon’ be your fourth loss to a nigga from AOG

Bill, Buttah, Book, me, boy you out here wilding

You ain’t hard as you used to be, dickhead you need Cialis

You got bars but I spit it better

Breh breh get ya’ shit together

But watch yo’ motherfucking mouth, just know I’m with the shits whenever

Speaking of which, you ain’t the shits, nah nah, you just shit E

Put his body in a trashbag, I bet they won’t miss E

Elliott, you old and irrelevant

You pussy I’m smelling it

I let a clip off this bitch long, as the tusk on a elephant

I turn ya’ lights out: Edison

Come and do it proper: etiquette

I’ma have 21 guns salute ya’ old ass ‘cause bitch you a veteran

This F, is first of all stay in yo' motherfucking lane

Nigga I, don't play around I ain't no motherfucking- (game)

Now that R, ready or not, you really about to lose

But that E, it go for every motherfucker in the (room)

Fire

[Verse 3: E Ness]

The beat that you picked man is wack as fuck

I see why you up here acting up

You ain’t have enough, I thought you had it rough

But I ain’t gon’ leave till ya’ casket shut

Why you battle rap niggas mad at us?

Mad at me ‘cause I be getting booked

Mad at me ‘cause I be catching planes and it’s a damn shame ‘cause you be getting cooked

It’s a different look when you ride the beat

Gun so big can’t hide the heat

These hollow tips’ll play hide-and-seek and I’ma slam dunk him like Dominique

You a weirdo, and ya’ mom a freak

Niggas keep talking ‘bout my physique

Niggas keep talking ‘bout my career I’m like I don’t care I get it out the street

I clicked on the beat it said [?]

So Fire should have no problem, uh

Lying about the type of life you lead getting hype and getting it popping

But the politics are so rotten, I think most of y’all have forgotten, uh

Just how far the culture has come for you meatballs to be thriving

Motherfuck that I keep striving

‘Cause I’m a artifact to be honest

On the private jet or the commercial flight is the only way I’m detoxing

Y’all done fucked up the game, bringing this shit back to the beat tape

Hit you so hard you can’t see straight

And I’m still going to get the cheesecake

Got the four-five and the three-eight

Chopper chop you up in cheesesteak

Fresh out the box it got a release date

I ain’t with the he-say and she-say

Question, why you name yourself Fire?

You a pathological liar

Man I wrote this shit watching The Walking Dead and then reruns of The Wire

But fuck that, I’m a icon

With 42-inch pythons

Only rapper hotter than me is Dylon, Dylon

I ain’t with all the hold hands and let bygones, be bygones

Jae Millz and then Hollow Man before Solomon it was Mysonne

Arsonal and then so on, just what do you have to go on?

I suggest you do your best impression of Mannie Fresh and get your roll on

Respect I get the utmost, I’m a cutthroat and I cut close

Shoot my shot when it’s clutch time I got the marijuan’ on the tugboat

You a pickpocket on the subway

All I got for you is gunplay

But I ain’t wasting no ammunition he’ll get clunked on any given Sunday

Box game like Javontae, but I’m a heavyweight like Deontay

Nine spray out the window of the El Camino or Hyundai

Ho wait it’ll be a cold case

Mask on I get the Host face

Gloves on I hit the O.J

Got more shooters than Coach K

You a gangster, you don’t say?

Come to this no I don’t play

I known Puff over 15 years but a real one find his own way

Time