i can t remember the day but i remember the night the first time in my life had an mc fight caterpilla killa spit like venom only thang my mind said was nigga go and get em i ducked and bust and started cussing at them maggots niggas started pulling fresh rhymes out the cabinet my flow got quicker like machine gun kelly some mcs got hit even though they wasn t ready watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor and pose like a pimp in your girl s prom picture i watched mcs die like soldiers in war everybody for themself so there ain t no score this nigga bust a verse that he didn t rehearse and got snatched from the earth like an old lady s purse the freestyle had mothafuckas on their backs but felt the attack from the gangsta rap last breath of an mc i hit the weed like a champ as i let raps fly and best believe when i die man in my mind i ll be high i saw old mcs thati had wounded bad and if i slipped i could tell they would take they chance so like rambo 1 man i drew first blood and hit em in the neck with two rap slugs mcs brought gats and bats one had an axe before he took a swack man i got him in the back with pimp game rhyme the moneys all mines 12 o clock midnight me and him bond mc females they slipped in and heard before they got close man i put em on the curb with em lookin you see my vocal box start cookin screams were heard from frisco down to brooklyn i dont do it for the fun cause i m a mc rival fuck if you a champion i dont want your title last breath of an mc feel me a 12 gauge stage displayed wit all rage bet yo last dollar it will make front page it lasted all night mcs filled the block some dead with they eyes open rap shell shocked hip hop was left handed he packed two gats just in case he ran into gangsta rap bodies lay some hurt still trying to get away but if they get away they will return another day but i kill em hit em with just enough venom eyes wide open until the cops come and get em i pause my dialogue attempt to catch my breath but before i knew it a rhyme had penetrated my vest caught off guard by an mc flow oh no my mind start to click like a black fo fo rapid repeated rhymes that went for his throat and after he died i spit raps at his ghost man i m hurt i can see the cops start to lurk i hit one with a rap that had em squirmin in the dirt i start to hurl i think about my old girl baby you had the best pussy in the world i felt my heart start to collapse i mma hate to leave the game like that i felt another rhyme dig deep into my spine just when i was about to hit a pig with another line i ll see ya next time last breath of an mc1