Right here are our verses

BORN TO KILL

Houston, we have a problem!" I'm hearin that shit in my head...(I'm from Houston)
Well, NASA, I'm a solve em by burnin this "challenger" and leavin him dead.
You won't be "stayin alive" cuz like the Bee Gees you dyin out quick as a whip...
I'll be ya invader and like an old school Raider put glue on my hands so my punches stick to ya lips.
I'm a joker dynamo who's gone psycho and I'm a treat ya like a dribble glass the way I disrupt ya flow...
Ya in my dark carnival and I'm bringin an arsenal of hydro electro lyrical tempo.
Kobra, I'm not gonna hurt ya I'm just gonna bash ya brains in, I say this cuz "I'm shining"...
Swing a ball bat but unlike ole Jack, connect and release ya mind from confining.

Family Values

I'm a slap you, ya bitch, and ya moms like the 3 Stooges, all in a row cuz everything I do has flow...
Ya bitch can be Curly cuz she's pretty burly and ya mom can be Larry cuz she's lookin scary...
But Kobra ain't nothin but Shemp, dumb enough to ignore weed and smoke only hemp...
And in case ya didn't know I'll be ya Moe cold treatin ya like a bitch that gave a bad blow.

Back to Basics...

Born in 89, with whack DNA design, first baby ever born that lived without a spine...
Now 14 in Blackpool and rappin ta look cool but ain't no real MC's that's still freshmen in high school.
And ya "fall" "down" like feathered pillows in Autumn cuz ya spit through ya rectum...
My disses slipped in cuz ya couldn't detect em or reject em and now they ya problem.
Slingshot ya to the moon like you's a cartoon and have ya chillin up there on a lunar sand dune...
Stone cold marooned and nursin them wounds cuz ya spit like static and I spit fine tuned.
Have ya like Cher wishin ya could "turn back time", rewind and never spit that weak rhyme...
But to late ta turn back cuz I launched an attack that would've derailed ya ass if we was battlin on tracks.

MINE

Born To Kill should have been killed when born in a certain proportion/
In distortion the doc's slapped ya Mom n cried "Bitch you shoulda had an abortion//
Lookin at my profile hey? Maybe the theory is completed results in this man IS gay/
If you didnt get that you are the wrong way unlike James Bond your gonna die today//
You show ya gay with a purse n pack of Tampax why dont you lose again to Complex Manthrax?/
You culdnt be ill even with a sevre case of antrax you scratched like skippin CD tracks//
You aint wack? why do you get taught by Vanilla Ice Im Tupac whilst your jus Obie Trice/
This dudes scared he like a bunch of mice even alldig would battle you n beat you twice//
Ima defeat you like your name was Hitler, battle verse that looks more like a poetic scripture/
Ya crewless, no bodys wit ya Even if God was on earth he'd still wanna hit ya//
Wack arent you being a hypocrit dude i see what ya mean when your gonna spit shit/
Instead of focusin on tha big tits you focus on the 9 inch dicks BITCH//
27 losses can you count you 28 nah the only way you'll win is by dickriders n hate/
N at this rate this battle is like a game of chess, yoy in checkmate n another loss is ya fate//
Dude you embarrased why's ya face turnin red? It looks like the blood when Cobain shot him in tha head/
This is like TATU cuz all the things you said are gonna be wasted when i kill em bang bang theyre dead//