Aye ghostcv…..the fuck was that? Weak ass response boy. Let me show you how to do this thang man, you ready?
[verse]
First off, your gun jammed.
Miss me with them lame ass lions,
You ain’t never been mufasa, boy, you more like tin man
You testing my pen? Where to begin….
You’re weird bro!
How the fuck you drop that shit and claim you was ten toes?
-go back to Nintendo’s, work on your craft,
Try it again,
My pen got extendo, flaming yo ass, peeling your skin,
I listened to it, suffered through and prayed it would end.
Now-let’s set it straight, tell me-are you on drugs?
Are all your bars fake? Are you in need of a hug?
you need a ghostwriter? Need assist with your subs?
Straight terror?-ninja please, look in the mirror,
See yourself, cuz that hot garbage screams “I’m in need of some help!”
But don’t be scared, not worried bout that crap you said,
It won’t last long, look away as I blast at your head, your t-shirt’s white, this Glock will turn your tank top red,
these bars I write? Could change the game and get the whole clique fed,
The shit you do?-Is nothing since you don’t got proof, your lost your cool, man, look at how far you stoop,
You lost this dude, give up and get ready for school, you not the predator-ninja you just food. I’m out.
[Hook]
What was that? That ain’t a diss, that’s a slip-up.
Sound like you freestyled drunk off a hiccup.
Bars so flat, I could iron out the beat—
Came at a god and got cooked in the heat.
What was that? That ain’t war, that’s a reach.
Talkin’ all loud with no weight underneath.
This the last time I acknowledge your name—
Now get back to the bench—you ain’t built for this game.
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What the fuck was that shit man? L-o-L
[laughing]