yo, fuck MC Killa, he’ll be tha/
next bitch to feel the heata, of my millameta, boom see ya/
I’m back hitting harder and it’s time for your lesson/
my hard poundin flows will knock your chest in/
so get the steppin, and work on your raps/
I jut spit it on you like this was baby naps/
bitch I’ll smoke-yo-shit, with a small vocal-spit/
you couldn’t have a hard frame if you was a volvo-bitch/
yeah my shit’s pre-written, don’t act like yours isn’t/
I get a challenge, write for two minutes, and start spittin/
why do you think my shit sounds better than yours/
mothafucka yo style is feminine like my sister’s/
‘M’y ‘C’ock ‘Kill-a T’/
I’ll eat your words and shit em out so they could be pieces of shit, literally/
you couldn’t kill-a bee, so how YOU killa B ?/
I guess for now you’re just “MC Kill-a ME”/
I’ll smack you up and down like a film by Bruce Lee/
bitch, I’m harder than a dick that just met some new pussy/
your raps are obsolete, get up and get wit it/
better yet go to the casket shop, and get fitted/
yo I dropped it like I was an airplane bomba/
you’re now MC TOILET, cuz I just shitted on ya/