aight, yo. how the fuck u got the name kill'b/
shyt should be changed to invisible, cuz even if i was an eye doctor, ur lyrical level i couldnt see
u the type to a suck a dick, n like em clean to get ur taste buds excited/
if u could get 10$ for giving blow, u proly say sure i'd b delighted/
i'm oni 15, less than a year in this game/
u not winnen battles, must b becuz all ur shyt sounds the same/
who u killen man, u aint got no guns, u mess with super soakers/
i shouild call u the fitted man, pants is tighter than a stockbroker/
my records 0-1, while yes urz is 1-3/
i kept nuttin in ur moms eyez till she couldnt see/
u the type to get some feel up, in a crowded elevator/
dont front like u dont get all a ur lyrics from the rhymerator/
onli way u win, is gettin a few reconts like bush at his election/
onli shyt u killen is me, by sending hot breath in my direction/
i'm controlling ur emotions, more than a doll on strings/
ur bout to get defeated once again in a battle like the sacremento kings/
i'm up by the sky, why u down by the devil/
even if i stopped rappin for a year u wouldnt reach my level/