Born to Kill vs. Trapt Wit, this is kinda like tha Super Bowl...
Cept one's to pussy too play, and the other's too damn old!

Sorry...

That just came to mind.

Now...

Chrit's trapt alotta wins, but his talent only trickles...
He gives merkin such a bad name...
Death wants ta give up the sickle.
Yet he heads upstream, reversing his downward slalom...
But he ain't elevating...
Trapt went fishing and hooked a salmon.
He's also an idiot, and as whack as 'beam me up scotty'...
Cuz I told him ta check himself...
Chrit took inventory on his body.
Seems I'm tetherin this veteran, tyin him up like Dan Severn...
Pain'll never end cuz my belt's round my fist...
And his mouth's where my leather's in.
But he ain't gay, though he acts like a damn fairy...
It's why he couldn't take tha lead...even tied ta Senator Kerry!
I'm passin judgement on Chrit, ya ain't been good for a while...
So I'll have him feelin more stress...than Martha Stewart on trial.
Keep tastin bitter pills, cuz sayin ya suck's the truth...
I can't sugarcoat this rhyme...
Cuz Chrit would develop a sweet-tooth.
I'm a fuck this kid, straight up ream his rappin...
So consider RB a honeymoon suite...
Cuz this is where tha magic happened.

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