killachris couldent spit a verse dats even half decent /
hed be lucky if after this battle hes still breathin' /

I put heat to his "mid-section" and slowly burn him to ~ashes~ /
my spits have "sick-intentions" and coulden cure them wit ~patches~ /

im tellin you nigga is not a laughin matter~when my rhyme pattern~ implodes on u and leaves ya
privates scattered /

im sick with the words...vocab gets this fool twisted on da action verbs /

he'll leave out this thread screamin like a Horror Flick /
i'll stop his lips...when my Gun find a place to Store the Clips / (put bullets in his mouth)

LETS GET DA VOTES IN FOOLZ