This dude named Misk
I spit heat so like the commercial i melt cha,have ya drinkin that tea named brisk
My rhyme level through the roof,pass the heavens
U try to run, but im everywhere like indians wit gas stations and 7 11's
U picked the wrong 1 nigga u aint know i crakk heads call me crainius
My category is the king u not exact ur ''Miskellous''
In this game of rappin im the vet use a rookie fam
Use a faggot u came out the closet like the boogie man
And i shyne while im good
U act scared, im the freddy,jason 2 ya child hood
I spit straight up u say shit thas not necessary
U come against me nah u just play ya self like u was playin solitary
My dude leave tha site use a nusense
I treat the 44 like a camera, i pan it n shoot it
Misk, use a lame u stupid
I shoot my shots like pircein arrows call me the gangsta cupid
Use a fan,my style u root it
Look at thqa kid ghost ull tell whos the real leader
I aint go lie u work hard in the game but as a cheerleader

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C.ghost

Im so ghost........ghost........ghost

Tri state bandit ,50 state rebel





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