lol this must be some kind of joke but aight dawg check it....



Rappin with no soul theres no chance to revive ya speech/
Ya rhymes deceased, as your vital signs decrease
You'll be screaming like a hindhu lyricists" i dont want no beef!"/
Ya time is reached, life like the end of CB radio conversations
Over rated coulnt find ya star status in earths orbital constellations/
Follow my migration, because your below me in observation
Efficiently rape your immunity until magic johnson rubs blood in your abrasians/
Hey yo"HOE"....Uhhh my bad dawg, I mean "GHOST"/
I'ma prove to these fools, that you ain't shit so why go toe 2 toe /
like Roberts/But you ain't No wrestler/
you're just an "LYRICAL Assassin" "Dick* nestler/
And I'm guessing your
Going to try to invenimate/ my flow, but my present is a garter snake trying to imitate...a cobra
You're a fucking barbie doll thinking you're a "GI JOE SOLDIER"!!!/
My rhymes are colder/ than an Antartican mountain bolder And slung over my shoulder/
Is my metaphorical rifle/ And when the pope hears me spit, he'll put that shit into the Bible/
And start quoting my verses/
Putting your crew in hearses/
And the shit gets worse as my curses are like thieves, snatching the mic from you wack emcees like purses/