Hold up..

Fuck a knife, where yo gat
wheres yo strap where it at
nigga you better pack a gun
cause niggaz will clap an collapse ya lungs
and take your life, never take a knife
to a gun fight, cause you might
not make it home that night
an thats what i'm tryna tell you
pack yo heat, and watch tha police
cause all tha police do is jail you

fuck a wanna be nigga, talkn shit when you speak
don't know the first thing about gats or living in the street
you a god damn fool, spittn about shit you don't know
14 year old cracka trying to write and to flow
first live the hard life, lose your virginity to a whore
then come back and spit or get your ass out the door

man nobody cares bout ur shit, so dont rap about it/
you grew up on the street? who gives a crap about it/
i hate punks like this that rap bout gangsta shit/
any day ill burn u bitch, the guy's got no skill no wits/
so you pop gats flip switches hit bitches/
you grew up on the street, scared shitless/
witness to killings, emotionally distressed/
u winge then expect us to respect u, get with it./
u'll get props not from firin shots but from havin more wins than loss-es/
u think u drop acid drops just cos u say someone aint real and mock what they write up?/
true lyrical prowess watch as i boast my powers/
shower fuckaz like u wid thousands of words per hour/
i pull numbers like lotto, my lines are damn hot, yo/
quick, smart and sharp like the lone desperado/
bravo, u can mention niggaz and swear, that shit dont get yo ass anywhere/
u just a clone of a clone, someone prone to copy shit from here and there/
u write the bear basics, the basis of your structure resembles 50's cents/
worth what his name states, full of shit, what u tryn to represent?/
another 8 miler, freestyler, but before battles a memorizer?/
citer of pre writ rhymes and but one likes ya?/

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One-Man-Band is killin it! Get It Boyz! HOLLA AT ME IF YOU WANNA START UP A CREW!

naw nigga i'm killin it
if I rap then you feelin it
are you confused? in a cypher
tryna recruite, can't ya read?
you that stupid, or just tryna be cute

dog beileve ill put a hole in ya stomach so yo chest can breath/
this aint no makin the band audition so go head an leave/
replyin to me again... dont bother tryin ill leave your mind in yo lap/
runnin your trap to me i have u takin a permanent nap/
them 6 line postz are startin to bore me/
marry poppinz ass mothafucka hop back in your short story/
or get hot shotz threw your faded glory/
did u actually think u could touch me when u started reachin/
when my hand easin towardz my waist u bout to be deceasin/

dont worry threats, no one really likes ghost
but then again hes a newb with 15 posts
talkin bout only six lines aint enough
so he posts nine, thinkin lyrically hes buff
fuck it though ghost, six lines is all i need
to battle you bitch, yeah, a wack emcee

u a tru bitch goin by postz shoulda known not to test the ghost/
u funny style like most no talent but tryna roast/
so letz toast....to the next bitch who posted above me/
hate me or love me the 38 eager to get you an hiz nose kinda snubby/
unorignial ass nigga get off d12 dick cause wit that name u huggin it like a tick/
type to get beat wit a stick an piss in ya pantz when u hear tha gun go click/
can u prove that flow or just talk that slick/
do ya brawdz walk ya dogz or do u walk that trick/
my cockback game knock back framez/
i dont playaroun i sprayaroun so stop frontin main/

mayn hold up, i know you ain't tryna war
get yo head cracked like when i'm splittin a gar
stop spittin them bars, cause they lame
call me a dragon cause i'm spittin them flamez
get it in yo brain, you ain't on my level
got your house on my bezzel
I put it down N show dem boyz who tha boss
mayn I done came down N broke them boyz off

let it be known i got miraculous aim/
point blank or long range hollow pointz be threw tha back of your brain/
i spit it how i live it....choice of weaponz be a kinfe,gun,or a bat/
u bitch niggaz heard 50 if u dont live that u shouldnt say that/
ill burn u lil bastardz your flow iz mollases/
no scrapez,bruisez, or gashez/
just get an earn your body already in ashez/

look, ghost got mad at me for playin the game, and then spit after me to get even.

yo may go twice, tryna spit against me and get even
but you couldnt do shit, in fact, you be better off leaven
i dont even know why god gave you the air to be breathen
now hes got 2 more posts, and hes thinken hes the king
but if he was i dont think that id rip him so easily
go away ghost, like your name, on this website
no one sees you, so dont start picken some net fights

mayne stop b4 i FUK UR VERSES
and slit ur throat while ur LUCK REVERSES
ur complain and WHINE TO MUCH
u should just say shit LINES AND STFU
while u at it ill knock u wit RIGHTS FIST
and then break ur spine with HIEGHTS OF GIMMICS

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killing fake emcees like a Isolated~Orphan/
u think u have skills step to me so i can Dislocate~ur~Organs//

^^
ya barz are whack,plz stop typen//
take more tyme in ya shyt and start writen//
freestylen aint ya thang,so plz fall back//
kuz dey bout as soft and tender as my nutt sack//

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well dawg u were right about one thing that guy sucks ballz/
couldnt be juicy if he renamed himself biggie smalls/
trips and falls/before a mic's even in his hands/
that guys about as ruthless as his 8th grade fans/
but ur only a step above 'em/ya bug 'em/push 'em n shove'em/
but youll never front on my shit,my lyrics you luv 'em/
aint that right mothafucka? you know i aint playin/
the only reason i posted this shit was to contest what you was sayin'/
cuz it doesnt sense/if his shit dont clear the fence/
your shit does a face plant and smashes into cement/
i havent spent all this time/listenin to rhymes/
to hear this mothafucker drop nickles and dimes/
as lines/it reminds me of someone i knew in junior high/
said he luved hip hop but little be known he lied/
was a tried and true/pop culture guru/
so he listened to backstreet,not blackstreet who knew/
this guy was such a loser anyway ur like him/
but i think you get the point so bitch im PEACE-IN/