yo dis nigga aint no real rappa.... hes a fuckin cartoon characta.... u talked so much shit, now u got me mad at ya.... this dude raps like da guy from clockstoppas.... but da lines im spittin bout to drop ya//
jus remeber in rappin im ya fuckin leada.... afta dis battles ova niggas gonna be yellin, "we got a bleeda".... wat type of name is mc killa.... tha shit dis nigga spits sound like if it was written by RAH DIGGA//
c'mon dogg please.... to battle me.... u must have a mental disease.... so jus stop poppin shit and get back on ya knees.... u just been merked lyrically.... da shit u spit is obsolete.... ima make ya rap game complete.... and change ya name from MC Killa to Mr. David Lee.... just remember ull neva beat me//
but in dis battle it doesnt take much to win, its simple.... i heard u sooped, cuz u got ya first pimple.... but da shit u say nobody listens to.... ima knock u out cuz u kno how i do.... my mind is a freestyle utensil.... cuz all da lines i spit cum out mad suspensefull.... but da shit u say is fuckin dreadful//
and u call yaself a gangsta, but u aint neva touch a gun.... fuck dis nigga u my fuckin son.... but im bout to run u ova like warrick dunn.... wen im around, nigga u betta fuckin run.... cuz if we bump heads, ima merk ur ass like big pun//
dog u facin one of da best.... but u so stupid u cant pass a blood test.... ima merk ya ass like all of da rest.... dats y ya record is five n seven.... u a faget like da little kid from seventh heaven.... u prolly a fuckin indian workin at seven eleven//
yo just forfiet dis fight.... cuz da shit u say dont even sound right.... just remeber by who u lost tonight//