Your not ready for this lyrical ghost/ ill murder your ass just to give you review on the cover of the NY POST/

if its violence you want you've come to the right place/
ima show you a lyrical assassin but hey that's just my way of saying grace/

you'll be missing, pictures on the back of milk cartons/
and im the one who "ran you away" like 10 Curtis Martins/

by the end of this verse you'll be like Bruce Willis, ready to "DIE HARD"/
ma lyrical exposure on you is "priceless" like" MASTER-CARD"/

your gonna rewind like a tape in reverse/ your rhymes are so wack you made biggie turn over in his hearse/

i drop a "BEAT" down on you like im pherrel/
and when this is done you'll be under R.I.P with jason mizell/

you're the aspect of garbage im taken you out/ you ready to blow like a tea kettle, YOU GONNA SPOUT/

a defeat like this will be a classic like DRE and the chronic/
your brains fucked up like you just drank 30 jin n tonics/

my rhymes are killa they can turn you fake/
they can make a kid like you who aint got ADD start to shake/

....HOLLA BACK ~1~