In Ghost mode? wut are you embarrased yull be recognized/
probably, paranoid of another upset keepin open eyes/
In disquise disgusted of your rhymes you need some correction/
your flowin in the wrong direction, like a blind fire-fighter/
im quick to heat up that track like an arsonist with a lighter/
cuttin your stems in half, glue four to a side and call you a spider/
then maybe yull be able to travel the "web", gain some information and possibly rhyme tighter/
Outcasted and laugh at yull always remain an outsider/
Behind your computer all day, go to the gym and get the blood rushin to your brain/
Wut u say? Yull win? Kid Im crushin your fame/