Killa-T is wack,.. no matter where his bars be at/
i talk about gay bashin.. and hes grabbin his party hat/
got ya heart broken and im holdin ya cardiac/
quittin my kid got this "son-fired" like "pontiac".. /
hard to spit with dicks, interfering with ya mouth/
ya "homophobic", thats why theres "no mirrors in ya house"/
kid it's bad-to-curse, you'd hate losing-to-your-rival/
i read your verse and found it more confusin-than-the-bible/
i'm relivin-like-midol cause i know you fearing-this so get serious/
i'm hurtin ya inside, i'm stressin ya wit cramps, but i'll end ya "period"/
cropped this kid while on the net surfin on power-thoughts/
your system can't "handle me" i'm over "flowin" leavin ya routers-dropped/
Man, you running out of ammunition, and plus ya aint poised-to-get-by-vets/
Killa-T will never be “heavily armed”, unless he injected steroids-in-his-biceps/
Watch me scorch-ya-white-skin, so i advise ya better abort-this-fight-when/
Defeating me is like a “hotel full of dentures', you have to “resort-to-bitin”/
My punches torch-ya-writin, spittin explosive disses i invade-with-pairs-of-bombs/
Now i got you “running for ya life”...like this battle was a AIDS-marathon/



sorry....i had to edit because i hit submit before the rhyme was finished