//Killa-T drops the Mic becuz Whiteboy slits his throat!//

Aight look,
I step to the mic and live everyday to the fullest. I really aint got no time fo none of this bull-shit//
If I shoot back you wont be standin up, how it feel to have the PRODUCTIONS fuck this wigga up!//
Standin up tall cut some inches off yo head and add um to yo balls.//
I refer to myself as UNDEFEATABLE, MC KILLA T'S a *Pussy* but his shit aint Edible.//
You crazy, but Im nuts, dawg we aint in jail, theres no reason to take it up the butt.//
Im the Propheciez of the next Prodigy, you discraced in yo own race fo the rap you spray.//
You the one who's shook. (SHOOTIN) aww I made you look cuz you notin but a slave to a page in my rhyme book.//
Classic lyrics, and unstopable forms, You got ripped up, I past you to KnightShade and tear you up.//
(Yea) That makes me a thug at 13 years old, rhymes bold, heart cold because my record deal’s sold.//
Im on top I wont lace the weed unless Im like some Ja Rule that’s juss gone pop. Stop!//
The beat and lemme catch my breath, Im all up in da game lookin at this mess. Put to the test, best notin less, I had to blaze you kids and get this stuff straight up off my chest!//
Systematically, Dramatically, takin it to ya level, automatically, Im automatic in the rap game, it’s rap fame, and notin but G hot Shit the same thang. So what you gonna do? Notin! You frontin!//
Im killin illin and takin these clowns, I got the crown, Im the king wit the bling, F-L-I-N-T town block city playas we showin off, while you lookin at the EMINEM cover still jackin off.//
I hit you up in every coner, you mom plays wit yo balls, and cuts off the boner.//
Im ownin you, Im the *Democratic rebulican* me and yo girl up in my room fuckin again.//
It's juss my luck, that you wont fight back, you aint gonna look so bad becuz I wont whoop yo ass.//
Naw bro you the one whos Bubba Sparx, see Im Tupac I got mo Heart.//
This kid is dead, he juss offically got bitch slapped, I still be the best if you shot back and you missed that.//
You is a stiff, fuckin wit me *YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH*!//
I don't put on a show I juss let ya'll know I deliver wit blows and I kill wit 44's wanna buy me my chain Iv'e walked in peace since I was 12 wanna change my name.//
Iller than a killa, fucked up in the head, I respond back wit battle raps until you dead. Body hot wit lead.//
I’m the truest Emcee should have listend to what I said. I got me a sleepin disorder becuz guess what your girls got they sex life in order.// Freestyle out yo cage, yo lifes a boring book turn the next page.//
Same shit ova and ova, Pumped wit a 12 guage layin on the floor.//
Im a shotty, white hotty, Pac up in the house Makavelli Killuminoti.//
Im all up into this rap like I aint eva whooped yo ass, Ima do this shit till I flunk every single class. *Getting held back in the 7th grade don’t bother me, fuck math, fuck you, and Geography.*//
You remind me of kid wit his pre-written shit, and I remind you of the kid that stole yo dirty bitch.//
Didn’t the my boy's juss beat you, wasn’t that enough, you want Lil Shemy to step up and have to seat you.//
I meet you where eva I want, You front. Don’t worry bout my cell, I fuck girls fron’t to back, than tell them to go to hell.//
I pick up the phone but the caller I.D. says it’s her. And I heard the way your *PUSSY PURRS*.//
Get scared to death steepin out from the flowers, Im Mike Tyson 3 seconds, send yo ass to the showers.//
Im hittin you up like u was a Twin Tower. I got the power, This kids raps remind me of Ja Rules, sour! I fight like every hour. A new M’c step up and get devoured.//
You got lowered right into my trap respond back or don’t take off the strap on and shove the dildo down your throat. Whats that you def, o I can’t hear you, fuck this battle, and fuck you too!

//White Rap takes the dead body and burries it 6 feet under// !