I'm movin up in this game,ghost is makin side-turns,my lead on this bitch is longer then ashanti's side-burns/
Ghost's lyrics aint even close to hot,MINE-BURNS,This hoe cant even get a grip of the mic,MINES FIRM/

Even if you put your keyboard in the oven your lyrics still wouldn't be hot/
Ghost's rhymes aint right like a racist cop,My lyrics is insane like a crack addict out of pot/

Dawg ya raps is ass-cheeks,Won't take more then a couple punchlines to Merk-this Geek/
Only reason i got a lil bit of respect for you,is cuz YOUR MOMS A FREAK,have her screamin "how do you like it daddy" LIKE FREEK-A-LEEK//

3 *POPS*,turn your t-shirt into a tank-top, im carryin wins everywhere i go like a lap-top/
Even if I chopped off ya fingers while you holdin your cd, Your album still wouldn't drop/

This bitch aint got nothin like an anerexic chick,leave ya stomach wit a hole in it like compact discs/
You tried comin at me but missed,you bout to lose ya repuatation dawg battlin me was a risk/

Spit so hard i'll leave this kid on life-support now he cryin because he cant even wipe his own ass/
Betta run and run fast,before i cock back and blast,my lyrics jus killed you,so my rhymes is what you seein last/


Aiight lets go dawg

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