Killa dee the verbal murderer takin over, ready? then lets go:

Bitch there's no use steppin up, tryin to battle actin' cocky with your flat chest/

I'll toss you 50 cents to invest in some silicone breasts/

You can't even flow and draw up some blood from my open wound cuts/

The only blood you flow is your period, Why am I even battlin' these weak sluts/

Can't even buss a hot rhyme if I gave this bitch unlimited time/

She's fake like Lil' Kim, always talkin of made up crime/

But before the clock chimes and the hour is through/

I'll get my glock and grime and bust shots through you/

So screw you, well no I won't I'm not blind, I can see that your stank/

You couldn't get a dollar from your bank account if you raided the bank/

And for my final thought on this shit why's she even got the mic in her hand/

Up against a killa, she's tryin to be man/

Cos as James Brown said "THis is man's world"/

Too rough and tough for you as an mc, you just a little girl/

So little red ridin' slut run home before you see the wolf/

Cos you style's played out, I'm the wolf, your devoured and engulfed (in flames, lyrically burnt out, no ideas left)/


come on then FlYaSSbiTcH, post ya shit trick.