iight yo check in.... heres my verse.

Go ahead, blast that gat-away/
mother fucker, im here to fuckin-stay/
Im the forsaken one, im already-dead/
like eminem, im dat ghost trapt in-your-head/
I perfect a beat, you can throw your punchlines/
Il spit lyrical bullets, that plant rite-between your-eyes/
Cut right through you lies, and kill the first thing it finds/
And il be spittin plenty more shit like dat, of all kinds/
Whats wrong cuz, was the h(uski) finaly tamed/
I shot the dawg in da brain, and discrimnated his name/
So how does the MC-wannabe add up now/
Your prolly wonderin, Who, What, Were, How/
I have this guy ina case of amneisa from this blast/
Lets hope he remebers, It was stricly from Yaz/

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