this is mine KiLLaH Ka$$iu$

Hillbilly from Houston ‘texas’, your rhymes are like a 3 wheela compared to my ‘lexus’, when it comes to rappin I ‘perfect this’ GT is possed by a wack spirit and im the lyrical ‘exorcist’//
Im rip ya skill-ha like ya ever had it, thought ya could be the next 8miles rabbit,
Im eating this beef and its tasting like a faggot//
My rhymes are hectic, while yours are anorexic, my rhymes-nothing affects it, or wrecks it-if we wrestlers ya skill hit rock bottom and I took it and suplexded it//
1.2.3.(pin) makes that 0-2 to that fag G.T., who thinks hes a emcee, ah he just a Kass ‘wannabie’//
I just said how ya rhymes are thin while mine are obeise, try to spit like me would cause ya lungs to cease, im holding the rope around ya neck-im give ya neck a break and give ya a release//
Ill whisper my rhymes in ya hear so in ya brain they’ll ‘manifest’, ya get so scared of me it makes ya heart pump so hard it bursts out ya ‘chest’//
You see Kass is hard ‘hittin’, so bring ya self a towel coz ill be ‘spittin’, GT ill bring you toilet paper for all that bull’shittin’, and relief cream for ya for when you and ya dad do all that dik ‘sittin’ and dik ‘slippin’