yo the illest,
killest,
realest,
do not try,
or i'll make u cry,
die die die if u try

now that shit was the hardest,
do not start this,
cuse i am regardless,
of what yaw wanan do just dont contest

lol.................get the fuck outta here u crazy WACK bastard..........

yo killarappa the only thing hard about u is ur thick head/
wat u brain dead/
can't take a clue/
we all hate you/
damn u rap like ur lips r stuck 2gether wit dick glue/
u betta get outta here b4 u get hurt/
ill ripe u from stomach t0o top of ur shirt/
shove your face to the ground and make u eat dirt/
worship me and the other real emcee's/
you ll be buyin my record/
while tryin to sell yours/
beggin me please ill give u my car keys/
to a 1926 shit box/
my flows r more contagus then small pox/
so u betta get a vaccine..
im out PeAcE

neva happened b4 im bringin infinity 2 an end
all rhymes 2 a stop and dumping wats left of ur friends
man, coz these r the facts i aint black
but i can still leave u lyrically bitchslapped
im da mac, the king da don wateva name u give 2 it
ima spit and rip and leave u leaking vital fluids
but i aint jus hatin on u and da one above
im rippin on all u punks wit words replacin slugs
coz im pissed frustrated wit nutin 2 lose
so i aint fearin nobody n i'll dis ne 1 of u's, fools

When I spit it, I rip up kids strategically/
with rhymes so powerful I make agnostics believe in me/
Don't start beef with me, I won't hesitate to drop a line/
And bait you into biting this vicious hook that I've designed/
But I will throw out some 'words of wizdumb' in this verse/
Keep your wits about you, or you'll be left brain dead with your grey matter dispersed/

fuck u all jealous,
too scared to tell-us,
now fellas,
run home,
fuck ur gone.....

killarappa your shit should be withdrawn |
Ya nothing more than a pawn |
Used as a bitch a snicth to these rhymes |
Ya betta get with the times |
Or be chopped up a million dimes |
I aint room to speak on ya though |
Ya got a battle record, although |
Is zero and two kill ya and ya crew |
Im R.x and I bid ya adieu |

Yo..
check this shit

yo, i lyrically spit clips while im up in the cypher
yo pass me the weed, dont bother with the lighter
cause when i'm spittin.... i spit fire.
im your simplist desire embodied in words
kid above me spittin shit that seems so absurd
watch as my verbs bullets curves and swerves seekin out his nerves.
yer all wonderin how a kid from the 'burbs
with lyrics only, verbals lonely, could have your intentions curbed
thats the power of the learned
when my face stern, kids discern, they parents concerned
that ima have the whole world "upside-down-turned"
buryin bodies in forests of fern
bring my tongue with me to get the body to burn
cause like i said earlier, my words are a flame-inducing germ

you got feedback, lay it on me, good or bad

i got u in a headlock/
u lookin like a pop-top/
should i pull a head drop/
o no u say would you please-stop/

naw ill jus let ya head pop//ha

You must be spitten cryptic cause I'm thinkin (what was dat shit?)
You layen more rotten eggs den me and I'm a fuckin chick-

check dis freestyle out......

//relative-theory rhymes intwined wit "Sleep-EZ" makin u dreary//
//"hear me" rip whack's back's wit spine-bustin' method of meanin//
//gleamin' wit "Gold n Silver" try ta filter my rhymes streamin' lik an over-flowed river//
//shiver in tha ice cold descendin' in ta tha temperature-range of 69 below//
//"No" attempt stoppin this de-railed train blood-shed begin when body-parts came down lik rain//
//pain is somethin' tha sane cant fathom cuz incased in rage their anger will snap em'//

i got the time and da rhyme/
to make all women mine/
u got a problem bitch/ or u just fellin like talkin shit/
u cant say nothin when your suckin nellys dick/
tell u pass out and get real sick you sick bitch/
get over it /just adment that your gay okay/ none of us will laugh out u/like me sayin fuck u and have a nice day biatch

u hear that u mothafuckas u ppl cant fuck wit me