drop it in a second, yur keyboard is doin damage ta peoples brains,
im losin more cells readin yur shit den watchin priests rapin in chains,
u need ta clean up yur mess, its a crime scene wit no substancial evidence,
who done it, theres a dead body but evidently the finger prints are missin,
your name written all over in ghost, cuz the man died from u talkin to him,
yur flow was so damn borin i didnt even read the thing thru,
u kept talkin to yur invisible friend, but he never replied bak dude,
smoked so much u gone stupid, the boy in bubble is clueless,
hes losin himself, listin to em cd an screamin i jus dont give a fuck,
but deep down hes just upset, so he flips quickly thru the dictionary,
to see how many words can describe his vampiric lifestyle,
u wanna be a rapper, bgut i dont goths belong on 8-mile.