[trap.]

Name: E2
Crews: pMp'z
Where: Albuquerque, NM
Repped: Sethros, UPN, RM









vs Adrunk

I’m the vilest nihilist bringing violence, & thus hell
Ad is a pistachio- that’s his style, in a nutshell
I’m the virus your brain installed, just let the pain assault
Every foe’s a deli***y- I take em with a grain of salt
Complain & bawl- I’ve always been a man of six minds
Using one to beat your ass & laughing with five
Ad just dickrides; him & Winona Ryder look for Sacks now
You could even quit heroin & still not put the smack-down
Just to keep this kid off my nuts I gotta wear ball-caps
If writing were driving, Adrunk would probably call cabs…
My written strike is literal like the pen in your ap‘pen’dix
You may as well have never even been in my attendance
& when you post rhymes for critique, no one gives a fuck
You could vomit with a boner & still not get it upped
I’m the one who owns you… mom ain’t a part of that
…Roll over & die like a dog with a heart attack
Your arsenal is over with, how could you not notice it?
In battle you’re more under-armed than deodorant
You can’t conceive lines that become a feature of the month
Even racing for drinks at prom, I’d beat you to the punch
Just quit battling, dude- trust me-it’s the truth
You’d be ‘better off’ like lights in ugly bitches’ rooms
I’m right here, so don’t ever ask if God exists
Your job ain’t battling, kid… don’t call in sick
I’m smarter in type, you borrowed your time as a martyr who died
& your brain is my property, Ad- you got a ‘lot’ on your mind


vs Doo Doo In Arse

I posted this now so you get 3 days for responding to this
cause your writing's as much of a joke as your moniker is
plus all my sources cite you're one fourth my height
and so fucking wack that showing up is unsportsmanlike
my records are long-standing like the body of a Dachshund
and if you aint a muffler, tell me why you so exhausted?
battling is fishing, i'm the old man on the Sea
with skills like a blind whore... you gotta hand it to me
my battle verse is hung and i'mma slam it in your cunt
even if you operate as a man and get it done
what planet are you from? you can't compete with your opponent
Even 4 year olds tell you to "speak when you are tolded"
you're droppin smaller quantities than gerbil shits in toilets
your whole fucking verse looks like a circle since its pointless
i'll blast off- bash your eyes and trash talk
then get charged with battery like Energizer's mascot
Your flows suck so bad they're leaving leech trails
If you ever had a career, it's washed up like beached whales
i'll beat you till you wake up dazed with a make up case
go study astronomy, bitch- all you do is take up space
i rape vets all day, let alone your fake text i break
keeping heads rolling like tapedecks on play
you jumped to conclusions and pulled your metatarsals
Doo Doo, every line you drop is shit... all they are is 'bar-stools'
whenever defining sick, there's a picture of me to compare it with
you're about as good of a writer as Richard Reid is a terrorist
both of you fail to blow it up- but at least you were wack
if not, i might not be 1-0... and i appreciate that


vs Espionage

Everyone likes an underdog… getting bashed by a vet
I got one question, man- how'd you get past I.N.S.?
It seems your mastery of plain just has to be innate
You look like Iverson on Quaaludes… after being raped
& speaking of your birth- you've been frail since the day
I'mma put you outta commission like how salesmen get paid
But your minimum wage is set; even your agent said
Sime didn't give you a seed… he posted your age instead
You record in your spare time but can't afford any airtime
Guess that scar on your head fractured more than your hairline
…Your perspective would've been absurd if you had filmed it
Cause your head's so use to the ground it's permanently tilted
You came in completely entire now you'll leave in a vile
Wake up & smell the coffin cause you'll be there a while
You need to retire- just don't expect a pension from the game
What have you ever done to earn the mention of your name?
Enter this tournament? Get lucky for a few rounds then bounce?
You're lightweight- couldn't kill-a-gram, let alone pound an ounce
I doubt amounts of your material even vaguely make sense
The boundary on your neck means that chain-link is fenced
You know all too well how the bottom of the barrel smells
You're actually 0-37… waiting for the next Peril- L
& it scares the hell outta you; even your she-male is shell-shocked
It's your own disco funeral & you'll be there with Bells on

I said shhhhhhhhh....

Espi can't offend me- ending with 'Muthaphucka!' is trendy
You may be full-up on NV but you're still running on MT
& giving it your all but you're a little bit too gone
…You ain't in your own league living with your mom
Isn't it the bomb? Ok, not when you can't see the light of day
I'm smacking you open-handed like the United Way
I'm a grand slam… you're nothing but a bunt, kid
All you are is my fourth down… no wonder you got punted
Ain't even 25% champion, you're just a quarter-finalist
I got a date with destiny & you don't know what time it is
I know what your favorite meal is so I made you tubesteak
Why'd you even show up? Oh wait- it's April Fool's Day
See, you'll likely be a bye so I might not even try
Throwing unibrows connecting right between your eyes
It's a sight to see you cry, but you were never liked on my lap
Even after you did that cockumentary about life on my sack
You claim you're best known but came with dead tone
So put a noose around your penis & hang your head low
Your suicidal tendencies don't want a friend it seems
There's 2 E's in Espionage… it starts & ends with me
But now the Grim Reaper is your best friend- goodnight
I'm tucking you in Esp… don't let the deathbedbugs bite


vs SLICK

I push the envelope, you get pushed-over like dominos
In the school of hard knocks, I'm always on the honor roll
The game was much impressed because I play with such intent
If you battle religiously, you should've gave it up for Lent
81%… needs 29 more to match this effortless type-write
It's ok to finish last- that just makes you a nice guy
None of your ideas fly… some you see die on impact
I'm still the real dick & you're a penile implant
You're some actor from Akron, isn't that an anachronism?
With verse neither solid NOR fluid; it's gelatinous
You could fly to Indochina just to praise all your quotes
…But I wouldn't go so far as to say you were dope
Your only battle skills involve the duck & running part
Even as Ron Jeremy's dick, you're no Up & Coming star
You need to raise-your-writes like people in courts do
When it comes to battle, you pull out like corkscrews
You're a Bum with split personalities, now you're Broke in two
Your name may as well be Sesame… kid, I'm about to Open you
The fact you're a biter? … That has to be vital
Your rhymes are garbage & I'm glad you recycle
It's damn suicidal for you, but you're not allowed to bitch
My verse took a Hike & still went off without a Hitch
So E2 oughtta bag it, I could crush you automatic
Slyck's a pomegranate & I got a palm of granite
If you don't like pain, I'mma turn you into a masochist
Not only did I devour you, I over-8 you like an asterisk
Your verse ain't the only thing that got cut, just ask your wrists
I already took my picture for the next round after this
So, voters… I think y'all know whose verse reads better
Slyck can't live up to his name, let alone his first 3 letters :)


vs Moniker

E2's he who's causing the hum in your brain, makin fun of your pain
Call me Marshall, cause I'll "Faulk" you since I'm "running this game"
I'm one in the same with darkness, cause my sight is pale and gloomy
You could be Graham Greene filing suit and still would fail to "Sioux" me
Now stop your mess, you're not the best, I'll chop your flesh
And cremate the Grim Reaper just to make it "hot to death"
So watch your text, while this master moves through miscues
I bet you cry when you masturbate so you have to use two tissues
I'm reducing Moniker's primitive acts and motives to crumbs
Son, how you gonna grip the mic when you lack opposable thumbs?
Before this battle, Michael was steadily talking shit with zeal
But now he's like mute nuns in a convent, cause all his "lips are sealed"
Yet you fail to realize that the severity of the carnage my vocals spawn
Is like sticking your hand down the drain when the garbage disposal's on
While I'm uplifting fears of flames to leave you pissed with tears of rage
I'd embarrass you PUBlically, but you're only fifteen years of age
So nothing you say can entice this vet to respect your indecisive rep
Cause you're driving me crazy and you ain't even got a license yet
So why you gotta act lewd? Clap you if you're that rude- infact, dude
The only way you're "ballin" is all on Weapon X's sack-pubes
You're wack, cubed- rubbish to the third power- less than meaningless
While my light shines so bright that y'all wear Ray-Bans reading this
Hey man, eat a dick- and be prepared, for when my talk'll cause a mic eruption
I'll thin you out worse than Calista Flockhart after liposuction
All my enemies are food, you know that- I readily prove my foes lack
To display the skill that just ain't there like Ebenezer Scrooge's Prozac
On your brother, Nate, is where you're aimin sperm, you flaimin herb
You founded the first gay publication and named it "Lay-men's Terms"
I'd turn this slaughterer to mince meat, but my monitor prevents me
So just remember if I was the president, you'd be Moniker Lewinsky