Damn girl, you act like you know what you just spit, but for the real, you ain't spittin' nuttin but dumb shit/
your lyrics are like rubber bullets, they ain't affecting me, spit all you want, you just spittin cluelessly/
and you know who you fuckin wit?, i'm that wigga the Ghost, I got the butter right here, see if you can fuck with the toast/
bloodlust, what kinda name is that?, I'll rite your name on a bullet and load it in the gat/
cause you know I got more shooters than the Dallas Mavericks, my lyrics I spit are classic like Jordan kicks/
your rhyme style is shitty, no wonder you 0 and 7, say your a girl, but your a dude like Devin/
fucking transvestite, go play with your dick,cause I know the shit you got ain't a clit/
I really don't believe all that girl talk neither, you must be a guy wearing miniskirts with a beaver/
you drag queen, trying to get by like Kwali, don't you know your boob job is low quality/
and when I come in the place, you better get low, or leave with a hole in ya dome/

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