My boy Kaos, tryin ta climb the mountain, ta find me on top...
But he ain't reachin the peak, his balloon of elevation popped.
Crashing down, rocks against flesh, results like a gore clip...
Too bad ya didn't reach tha peak, ya'd av only left with sore lips.
From punches, no, from stretchin them round somethin think...
Ya came ta bow to ya master, but kept bumpin inta my dick.

I was here in April.. ahh.. those were tha good old days
Shit.. but now this sites been gay.. ever since last May
Talking bout handfulls of losses.. taking 8 men to talley
spitten at tha top of Everest.. You were born in tha valley
It must suck.. having to custom text in that your a Veteran
In alphabet terms.. Born was cut short like stopping at letter N

....blah.....bored

Ya bored, Kaos? Look in the mirror, you'll get a helluva laugh...
My Theory is ya funny lookin, skinny and white with a flat ass.
No soul in ya, like George W tryin ta bust a rhyme ta a beat...
It'll never work, like minorities sneakin tha KKK without sheets.
So please! Get off my dick and go back ta losin wars in verse...
Kaos could never top my rhyme, even if he posted first.

Parents disappointed in Born to Kill.. he was soft as an infant
So they showed him packages everyday in hopes he'd be gifted
But he was Born to kill.. strangled himself with his embilical chord
I'll smack you in tha face with a 2 by 4.. to show you I'm board
Poor slut.. poisened himself.. so that his words would be poitent
And yet he still poses like his AV.. with his Mouth Wide Open

Born To Kill flow, Born To Kill every played lines known
Fiasco presented live via i-net by Born To be your hoe
W/ ya wealth of experience ya still tha poorest lyrically
Ya find it hard living off Mic's like tha Jackson family

Ya developed ovaries K.T, how do you sleep in night?
Playin yaself hard w/ a wall and scrotums on each side
Look fo spots to hide but you'll be found like Hussian
You lose here like barber shops, watch ya career fade

You suck, D, can't even follow tha rules about line requirements...
But he knows how ta flow machine like, when he adds detergent.
It's suppossed to be 6 lines, Dick, that is your name, right...
Can't think of any others that fit, I'd call ya pussy but you ain't tight.
So get off tha crack, bitch, learn ta rhyme and come another day...
Until then I'll be tha Lone Ranger, cuz I'm sendin his Hi Ho Silver away!

I spit flames, C'mon B...i got u tossing the L
next to alot of wins, got most RB losses aswell
oh my lord, u actin like my killings new-2-guys
i mean if u Born-2-kill, u musta commited suicide

I never comply but neither do you w/ tha law of illness
Sonnin kids w/ 2 bars part and parcel of my service
Newbies vet inventing wackness within ya structure
Nigga straight homo, opens his mouth wide like his Avatar

Can ya bars quick like old candy in corner shops
Stupid bitch still upset i sonned both her pops
I'm bringin all stops, guns, rhymes that'll outshine
Like clothes hangin in windy days, ima throw ya offline