i swallow the cum, atleast it's from a girl//
fuck man, stop rapping give something else a whirl//
talkin about me swallowing the cum//
atleast i don't take it up the bum//
go do your fuckin mom, cause that's all you can get//
cause you can't fuckin spit//
that rhyme you just wrote, probly took you hours//
and it still sucked, kinda sour//
so fuck you gaylord//
i don't wanna see your gayass rhymes anymore//

you dont want to see me, muthafucka beleiave me/
when i spit it's like acid. aiming at ya eyes leave you blind like stevie/
you talk the same talk, "oh god you cant rap"/
you told me and at least 3 other motherfuckas that/
switch up ya flow, pick up ya game you teary eyed hoe/
your skills aint even average, thier basicly below/
what the fuck is a krem, or are you trying to spell cream/
you must have been those speacial students in school, so it seems/
rap is not for you, work on something else my friend/
its only so long krems and fake thugs can pretend/

nigga please how can you be an warlord/
i'll whip yoe colored ass into dust/
you talkin about share tha wealth???????????????/
hey krem i think your right he is a gaylord he shouldn't be trust/
his name should be 50 cent because he's loose change in tha ass/ i know i wouldn't know warlord but i bet you really know (that your a pain in tha ass!!!) you shouldn't talk shit r kelly like niggas that like to get poke in tha ass i would bitch slapp you around but krem beat me to your punk ass nigga warlord your flow was wack you better act like saddam and hurry up and dissarm i am tellin yoe ass now you've just been 4warned
tic tic tic boom!!!!!!!!!

uh oh, i think i got gaylord mad//
sorry dawg, don't be sad//
don't do nothin stupid, don't go insane//
but kinda to late for that, you ain't got no brain//
you can't even spell believe//
go back to school and achieve//
your think your fuckin great don't you ya cocksucker//
but everyone agree's you suck, ya mother fucker//
stop tryin to rhyme, stop wasting your time//
you ain't ever gonna make a dime, with the way that you rhyme//
now go get a tissue, and wipe those tears away//
sorry for hurtin ya G, i'm sure you'll be okay//

you call that a flow? I call it your death certificate
to even battle me you'd have to fill a waver out in triplicate
so you could come get took by this one man'd syndicate
but first your gonna have to practice
creativity and style, yeah you lack this
I thought you were pretty bad, but it's like you got worse
you must of been born with the dreaded inability to rap curse
in other words your raps are fuckin lame
and to the guy that posts under me I say the very same

wit you im playin god-moldin you like Plate-O
use a Ugly stick to beat U- Like Jose Cansake-O
oh, oyu can say No-But i wont stop juss cuz you say-So
in battles id murda you 100 out of 100-thats the RatiO
doin the math, you must be Gay comin from San DiegO!!!!!!.....

See this kid right hea goes by the name of 'K-lowk',
now 'k-lowk' thinks he's a dope emcee but he still 'broke',
might aswell call him rabbit cuz when u pass him the mic he always 'choke',
damn it aint no 'Joke' u gettin ya ass 'ripped' its like u goin for the 'post' but just gettin 'pipped',
spit another verse n trust me it'll get flipped like a pancake n 'fried' ready 4 me to eat n diminish yo 'pride'....

dragon, can get draged on, like atms in baber shop wit my mask on/
i'm from a different country so suckin my dick is how u would greet da don,bets belive shells i post em/
u got guns but dumb and don't know how to holst em/
come on son//

YOU AGAIN FILTHY??? hahaha

Like Vince Carter's vertical *leap//
I reign over any emcee-higher-than-the-elevation-*you-need//
to beat-me, even if you're Yao Ming..ya wingspan still couldn't *reach-me//
Now sit back and relax and watch these common events intact//
my punches and *flows-shown the way i got this battle *blown//
Rest In Peace Filthy bitch it's so unfortunate ya got hit by Lyrical gangsta spit//
when i emptied my lyrical *clip into ya *chest//
my lyrics are blessed I tried to test god like I'm testing your *vest//
I'll leave you lying on the floor screaming for *breathe//
Ya dont have to spit to know ya gonna lose coz ya know the *end is near//
like when ya look in a mirror and it says defeat may be closer than it *appears//
Before ya checked in they should have told you to *beware//
cuz as an MC im really tha one to *fear//

NEXT

run..run boogie man has entered tha room//
thats what ya mom said that nite she caught u steelin perfume//
u lil cuzin it dats passed due fo dat hair groom//
so how many u want?...1 or 2 fithycal tattoos//
should of know dis child was destine ta be a bugga boo//
specaily when all dis nigga bugs is dudes//
i know black magic's voodo,i was sent to confuse u,.....persue u,.....then abuse ue u//

wen u look in2 ma eyes
i'l leave u lyrically paralyzed
n all that u can do iz fantasize
abot da 10 yr old boyz wankin all day
gettin in a crew wiv r.kelly n MJ
n the ova fing u fantasize about iz bein an mc
cuz face it u aint even a wannabe
u iz about gangsta as britney spears
cuz every1 knos dat Filthy Calibur fears
The MC dat no1 can defeat
get ready 2 witness mc_killabeats

mc killinbeats~u can say Fonikz killin' u/
cuz my rhymes infect cerebral~and stick to ya' brain like glue//
u can't contest wit' my crew and what we been through/
killinbeats...psh...i'll stop rhymin' and let the instumental kill you

yo ya verse sound like a couple of famous artist put it together on da shitter/
u da oposite of sucess,1 hit wonder know as quiter/
da taste left from my verse is bitter,u a beer tryin to fuck somebody up when they gone off liquor/
what kinda gun u workin wit? don't matter i'm bigger/
i down fiths to spit da 5th quicka nigga!

Tha cardinals are wack like ur lyrics im sendin ur ass straight out tha back...Door when u leave i have ur girl screamin westy give me more.she gave me good head then i sent that bitch packin she came back two days later and said westy whats crackin....I replied i'll have u whine time after time now lets finish off this bad ass rhyme.

i'll hit west in the chest, with 2 shots from the tek/
im the whole fuckin, beach ya ass aint even a spec/
show respect, dont be like kadeeka-boom-dumb/
he flows as bad as shems (Krem), i'll out battle and destroy each one/
the lyrical shogun, will wipe off both of these crumbs/
get they necks spun, geometricly angled out of for-ma-tion/
i call krem a shem, cause thats how transexuals act/
kadeekadumb knows that, by each thrust he feels from the back/
both of yaw cant rap, kadeekadumb ya flow is dreadful/
you sound like you get dusted, trust this, you cant bust worth shit/
krem ya shit is simple ya vocabulary, sounds like a 1st grader/
you couldnt get hot if you was still born,still warm inside an incubater/
you wanna battle now or later, really it dont even matter/
i'll bitchslap both you niggas and make ya teeth a jaw shatter/
realy im just playin here when im up in this bitch/
ya havent seen Vader really spit searious viciouness/
this is just a small sample of what the lord of war can do/
dont believe in my skills fine, set it up in front lines, what ya ass got to loose/