yo u wanna step to casper,imma lyrical ghoste...
u get fukkin wit me dogg yer rymes ill be toast.....
this aint tha place for u to spit your jokes....
itsa rap battle,u laugh... i get provoked....
to break yer skull,wit these lyrical rymes...
youll be like 50,bout to get poped nine times...
exept you aint that rich,u just a broke ass bitch....
u bout to explode,my lines r like an ignition switch.....
u battled against stanza and u made me laugh....
cause im cleanin u up like tha maintenance staff...
thats about all i need,to take this fight home....
my werdz r like bulletz that grilled yer dome.......

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