Call em casper, boo and his rhymes make ya scared,
They're so bad he is going the same place as his av, nowhere.
Come on man, your group died faster then a one hit wonder,
Threw rocks at em? You probably just tried to spit, that's ya blunder.
Coke in one hand and panty hose mic, no wonder no one respects you,
I don't even record yet, and I STILL have more fans then you do.
Your freestyles resemble a little kid, immature and no way to elevate,
You'd have to pick on the little girls, only way you will "diva state"
I may be ya groupie, but I still run you and you ain't touching me,
Your a joke, your cyphers are the only thing you ever got for free.

Quick key. Damn game

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