what kinda name is mc~killa~t, beat da shit out ya verses have'em screamin like a banshee//
pour blood on ya chest and write ma name on ya white tee, poke holes on ya body, and fill them wit chlorophyl b//
i spit text verses so ill, i write them on a audio cd//
have u listen till ya body deseace, till jus ya bones is left and add u to my collection of skeloten keys//
lets be real, how u gonna kill a emcee and dats somethin u not//
jus so u can finish spits i'll have to build u an expansion slot//
i'll run into u and moms in da motel and spray ya vacation spot//(vacation at da motel wit da pool)
fuck u and ya girl, ya could both get popped, tie both of ya bitches together in a lovers knot//
u from da far far east, da asian emcee killa t//
i'll win if u had da home advantage, so lets call this da batttle of da phillipine sea, then claim my victory, by tyin ya head to a japanese angelica tree//
u da gayest nigga i seen, lettin dicks get iniside u and touchin ya spleen, u been takin dicks since u was thirteen, now a grown up fag wit a baldy like mr. clean//
u nuttin but a rat, an automatic tellin machine, i got u flinchin like a mexican jumpin bean//
i keep shit clean wit ma excecutive routine, so i'll end this like u was one of my colleauges, and dont show agression towards the hands dat feed u poision, now u i got ya stomach turnin yellow and green//

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