you're rhymes are bare and rarely good, you post rhyme's rarely an' too early dude/
they're fo' sure like a premature baby, re-read if not sure on them or bail out maybe/
you wanna gig for a dig at the dogg, you get snapped like a twig cos i am the log/
my trick is pick out a nick in you're character, time ticks an i'm quick takin' the mick, i'm no actor/

are you're rhymes a ghost cos i don't see them at all, you do sometimes post but you're behind a wall/
the wall is me, a brick emcee, an' you'll never climb over or even sneak under g/
i guarantee an decris, to leave nothin' but debris, so run for cover cos ma' technique causes thunder in the trees/
an' i don't think i quite got what you mean, you don't AGREE to spit first/
do as you're told or i'll bite out you're spleen, has you're bubble been burst?/

365 days an' 354 ways to blaze out an' amaze with my rhymin' phrase...es/
you overplayed old cliches an' portray an praise gays, but now you just pray/
you're heart is jumpin', buzz is comin', you start to run, now you're heart is thumpin'/
i'll hunt you down, an chop you up with a verse, stomp you out with the beats i disperse/

casper the friendly big gay ghost, you couldn't handle life in the real West Coast/
i don't mean to boast but i'm hostin' this, ma' post roasts yours too toast with lyrical bliss/
you call yourself a ghost? more like a fuckin' poltergiest/
you're always stirrin' shit up, but you're never their for a fight/
you're nuttin' but a slight fadin' light in the night/
but when i write i ignite an' release rhyme's tht are tight/

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