hey waddup born to kill, I just jumped up,
just thought I'd tell you to go and shut the fuck up,
even worse when you break it down it's b2k,
and like them you purse-carrying bitch you're fucking gay,
call me a fucking faggot, you can't even spell it right,
just proves how the american school system can't get it right,
I cut you up like a machete held by the viet-cuong,
if Canada had fought, we wouldn't have lost Vietnam,
I hit you like Pearl Harbour, like the kamikaze pilot,
bludgeon you so hard, you'd call me the innovator of violence,
You don't stand a chance, so don't step to me son,
I'm an airplane and you're the Pentagon on 9-11-01,
I'm not here to offend or be a racist,
but born to kill your rhymes are like your mother's cooking TASTELESS,
you wanna talk about locking yourself in the basement,
I put the final nail in your coffin with my statements,
Born to kill, you think that your name makes you sound tough,
where I come from that kind of name would make someone wanna fuck you up,
you don't wanna unleash on me, because I spit fire,
and when I'm done your bloodied carcass burns on my funeral pyre.