okay..

this fake killa can't flow//
he's just blowin hot air, like movin a ceilin fan slow//

aww no dick ridin votes, so u just lost all hope//
cause this kid can only fuck wit those under me, shit call me the pope//
(those under the pope are the priest who fucked the little boys)

changed my flow

oh no it's KillaCam straight from the big roc, this bitch ain't hip hop more like slipknot//
he's like a steel dildo under a metal detector, tryin 2 get me 2 dig cock//

u got this shit messed up, i ain't n2 that type o' (type-o messed up) stuff fuckface//
tryin 2 tell me how nuts taste when u give head n they bust a mind is a terrible thing 2 just waste//

ur d/r votes is ruff but ain't the r so u only postin tutes//
plus u couldn't drop a hot bar throwin cattle prods close to roofs//
(add an r n its prostitutes w/o the n)
(tutes- farts he ain't shit)
(cattle prods r the hot things they brand cows with)