KillerKrazy likes to make the big bucks but his prostitution sucks//
Your rhymes are like Austen Minis gettin run over by my Mac trucks//
He cant spit his mouth is dry and he thrives for rhymes to burst//
I will spit fresh rhymes and quench your thirst//
He wishes he was a Killer when it comes to hip hop//
You couldnt visualize your victory if you made it on photoshop//
You accepted and spat so you cant duck my hit//
He lost this battle as soon as he clicked submit//
now its a habbit, I cant help myself from murkin you//
So when i say, this nigga has gone krazy, its true//