*takes mic from less spirited peice of shit aka whitelightnings non-existant crew*

aight

Manic Killer gonna murder the lightin //
u b sightin tru fightin when i take the mic'n//
rip you, u trip two, feet like that of a clown//
ima mess u up so bad u gonna havta leave town//
go and start a new life cos i fucked this one up good//
too bad lightnin didint eva listen like he shood//
when fuckers told him never battle the manic//
i leave yo ass screamin, rattled, ina panic//
i cut you, like them two, fellas raped, through u//
causin an instesinal stew, within u, plus a hole 2by2//
after penetrating the colon and im not talkin powell//
u a peice of rotten shit, makin this board foul//
manic the killer has 'ripped you' iller than cancer//
time to 'trip to' the family trade, transvestite pole dancer//