aight yo

you 0-3 that's a shame, i even got more losses
you aint even got a win yet, you kno wuts more worthless
i could use the force, but i don't need shit to dead you
and tell fantazee, you can't get that bitch to have sex with you
your a waste of trash, but still i'll throw you out
a ghostly image it takes one breath to blow you out
sorry to dissapoint, your bars are wut did it
so choppy and messed up, it looks like a sars exibit
u startin with the man, so be ready to book
cutastraphe ghost and my machete are hooked




aight dun
peace