Lyrics
You say Killburn’s a dumb name? lol
What kind of a name is instinct?
You’ve lost this battle; I don’t care what your voting friends think,
Instinct, there’s no way you could beat me,
You could only burn-kill if you made a copy of my cd,
You’re so off flow it makes vanilla ice scream,
I’m comparing you to him and his rhymes are extreme,
When the spot lights on you, you melt like ice cream,
So think twice ‘fore you dream of being higher than me,
You’re shite and I agree, you attended at spaz class you got your degree,
I’m killing mother fuckers like h.i.v,
You know that I’m tight,
Like I’m tighter than the tights you wear, now that’s tight,
Yea I seen you, tranny, showing off your legs,
Begging everywhere to swap votes for your head,
You already been eaten by Ben and chatta, fag,
Now you’re leftovers, chatta, thanks for the doggy bag,
I’m lyrically raping you, but it’s not a gay shag,
From your point of view, I guess that’s too bad,
This battle’s more painful to you than a fist fight,
It’s true you’re in camouflage like you’re in these-guys, (disguise)
The track I just heard reminds me of you,
Just one big gay joke, you’re so original,
Mr. high pitched voice, aren’t you older than me dude?
I’ll knock you of the top spot; you’ll drop before your balls do,
It’s like higher than that Britney Spears,
It gets me pissed; I guess you can bring me beers,
My rhymes are so sick I think I’m about to throw up,
I’m not just hot, but what heat wants to be when it grows up,
You’ve had so much semen in your mouth,
You could get a girl pregnant just by eating her out,
After this beating you’ll be fleeing to the clouds,
I’m like the devil, grab you and pull you back down,
And because you earn a shit wage, I doubt you can replace another mirror so don’t let it look into your face, (again)
All you gay fucks, thinking you and they belong
You can see Caleb’s cock, at hot males.Com (calebcox@hotmail.com)
Your track is like me dieing in my sleep,
I can’t feel it, just delete it, you know my heat will beat it,
You don’t see it? Something’s wrong with your vision,
You lost to me; it was your decision,
You were praying and begging and wishing you could beat me,
You even used all 3 wishes and it’s like:
I’m from the bottle, the evil genie, your wish aint granted,
Used 3 wishes to beat me but you got your ass kicked.
