Okay, look here and you see, a vet by the name of MC Killa T//

Now look around and see the rookie VP, he about to teach T a lesson in rap theology//

Now I know you don't have any problem with me, but your intent is showing obviously//

Cuz you think you've got a merking in line, but then you realize that this battle's mine//

You crumble under all the pressa, typikal of your type of Child molesta//

Your Battlin' teenage MCs, Gettin' your win amount into the early teens//

But as much as you wanna get into my jeans, remember not is all as it seems//

14 wins to one, But that don't mean you've automatically won//

You may win the battle but not the war, Cuz in the end it'll be your guts all over the floor//

To me your raps r wack, go hide your face with a grocery sack//

Before I come along with a big ass gat, and Make your ass my welcome mat//

Or Use your blood for ink, Your lyin' like Murder Inc.//

I pity you fool, Runnin' around actin' like Ja Rule, you ain't that cool, drown your as in a spit-full pool//

SIt back and relish the moment, Because especially for you, down I'll tone it//

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