Ayo, feelin the glorly of battlin ghost, seems like in this one i'ma be the host./
Your lyrics make me sick, just sit down and take a lick of my dick./
Feelin sorrow for you nigga, after this battle don't ask to borrow it nigga./
I'm always rockin tha Rapbattles.com everywhere, even rockin joe underwear./
I'll spit in your face, believe me you won't even figure out a trace to have tha pace./
Look at first i sucked, but now i rock, gettin KO's just like ken shamrock./
Twist ur leg into three's an fours, punch ya in tha face and push ya out tha door./
When i submit this shiznitch, it's gonna b a blow-out, like my civic doin burn-outs./
I'll place ur teeth on tha curb, cuz when you spit it sounds to much like a blurb./
This is my best, so i'll stop an lay to rest, cuz ya best put on a bullet-proof-vest.

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Mentally Stressed, Physically Depressed.