i dont know where to begin, but one-thing, and i know u saw it coming/
your rhymes are nothing, no punch no flow, keep that in mind next time u say something/
by running rhymes through ya brain usually processes occur, or so ive heard/
these processes are used to see and deterr from mistakes made in ya words/
i can see from your work you did not think before u started rhymin/
my analyzing cant be wrong, the evidence is in what your citing/
what your writing there is a complete and utter waste of space n room/
ya taste in punches is the costume of what you would want to write if you were new/
namely where you wrote, and i quote "get yo asshole filled with the end of a broom"/
ya grammar skills are below par, so far, they dont seem too strong/
didnt give off a good impression when u spelt *womb* wrong/
probably a 12 year old primary school kid, u know nuthin bout hard lifes, a fool-with/
rich-bitch characteristics, this kid tries to inflict mental anguish but surely aint the sharpest kid in the district/
hit-miss is what he plays hopes and prays that his rhymes are writ the right way/
that he can for another day pretend to be a good mc, only to betray/
himself fooling himself into thinkin hes skillfull, givin a fistful to even more wishful new rappers, then he thinks his shits-good?/
u gotta be jokin, either u smokin, or you just plain stupid/
most cats when they step up to rap dont know what to do-then/
ur no different, the guy above yous at ya level and you think u rule-him/
aint it the truth, ghost, you raps are nuthin, mine are *(f)phatter* than *glucose*/
do-post another, please, i insist, could be your chance to repute, ghost./
or better yet stay mute ghost, cos the second you do drop a second post/
even if others reply ill still aim my rhyme at YOU ghost

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