KT Post-regicide? Mad points there.

Drop me a beat.

"Now see here, Beakerz,
ice creamz be sneakerz,
keep your handz off that chick
and re-direct your peeperz

Towards me,
the KT,
the star and the M.C.
while I destroy you via rap,
vigorously.

My beats make you go deaf,
I start cold fronts when I take a deep breath.
My specialty is getting the girls naked
While my crew gets ba-ked.

I got the wrist wear and neck wear that's captivating,
But it's the rhymez and the beatz that's got the Princess salivating.
You got a nice 'lil pop ballad,
But I wear more karats than a salad.

Rick, Dan, whoever, if you don't know me
Put a bill in your mouth like your name was Monica Lewinski.
I'm a gangsta, but you knew that,
I'll come out on top, true that.

When the pimp's in the crib,
drop it like it's hot.
When you flying a blimp,
Park it like it's hot.
When Beakerz tries to f*ck with you,
pop him like it's hot.
Like that Dog named Snoop,
Respect, no, fear me,
or I'ma beat that azz like Kerry Roop.

I'm so boss,
You know that's right,
Ain't nobody can floss,
like me, KT, cause I keep it tite."  ¶ 10:43 AM