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2 wins
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the ghost
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Posts:_ 6
Joined:_ Apr 2003
From:_ richmond va
Status:_ Online
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hello im finally here
Most ppl booast but niggas like that get torched like toast
Step up nigga cuz i pulled your card
Look at my hand i got your heart
yeah its the ghost
Gone head spit yo a class cuz my shit is hard
No bars hardcore straight of the dome
Sorry no life lines, you can use the phone to call home
To ask your friend to borrow a verse
You cheat imm ah make you you in deep sleep in hearse
keep yo eyes on the nurse cuz the needle might be the worst
I try not to curse but for lil niggas they get it first
When niggas gonna learn when they fuck with a ghost u gonna get burned
But i guess its you turn
Be brave and get slained
you the rusty ball on my fire chain
Never lame always spittin the truth
My rhymes real hardcore like a scene out of roots
My lyrics are cut short by your rules
i guess this is the end our our duel

yo ghost!

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/

^^uppin 4 votes

hell na wnigga what the fuck you scared u gonna lose

rip the shit then