First time I seen you, Now you disapear like a ghost,/
My style butter, you just another nigga that's toast./
I always try my best to expose y'all niggaz as lame,/
Would be polite , but I can't pronounce your name./
Satirically kill you lyrically, have you hooked to an i.v.,/
And no one know who you be, like you got no i.d./
New to da game, and you already shootin' for the stars?/
Son do you really think you ready for life behind bars,/
I think you need to stop, and further refine your skills,/
When I lyrically murder cats, they still defined as kills./

Not really that good, but I'm tired, and I don't give a fuck right now. Hope your as whack as I precieve you to be right now.

~CJ~

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