Ayo,
uh, uh
you aint the truth bitch
your a wack as rapper
hahah
aiight look
u a bitch thats why they call u the truth
u take more shots to your face then a photo booth
u aint good at rappin dawg u shood give in aha
this is a fact man, i will kill u like the duded chasin pac man
make u flap ya wings and fly away like batman
if u think ur gonna make a liven off rappin
u better guess again bitch cuz its not gona happen
all your lyrics do is cause laughin
the 1st time i herd your voice i cried tears
that same night i had nightmares
your voice cracks you got no rhythm or flow
bitch i will ripp ya shit up from head to toe
trust me boi u gotta go
girls play u but not the radio
man u suk at rappin ur a discrace
if u was to battle youd come in last place
ill spit cha ass out like toothpaste
i dont no why u try, i aint gona lie
ur lyrics murda people puttin em up in the sky
get outta the booth i dont no why your there
your songs are shitty like diareir
when people aks who you are i say i have no idea
im ghost motha fuka here me loud and clear
your family says your good just to get you off there back
but there standin in line beggin for my autograph
what chu talkin about bringin in the hoes and cash
man news flash!!
your shit reminds me of a baby rash
it spreads quick and every one wants it to go away forever
your lyrics get ripped up like a break up letter
and u best belive me, if u ever came out with a cd
it will get flicked like the channels on TV
your copys will stay in the stores on there mound
the only trip that theyll get is to the lost and found