ghost write your ghost down to spectre's host
ghost write your ghost down to spectre's host
spread it like butter on toast
flows roasting closer to the sun than them hot jelly buns
nobody’s mum wants the best even now to cum on her face right now
Adam Lambert faggots act like Iron Mike when they’re Tyson chicken nuggets
To just here like yes so i know it it is close like yes what to see where to go it is inside so i must not get carried away this fool is here what oh whats up yea i have to i have seen this fool that fool is chillin like where has he been that fool is trippin what to do crazy stuff like where the store yes how rolled they are to stop then go
Trip
I do donuts that cops detest, burn rubber while tire is around your bulletproof vest
type your eye lids on keyboards so i can see your face melt when i burn thru the red tape
What the fuck i to yes what must oh i have like where have i gone how were getting a gang of rain
Trip
fuck e'm through all they holes i'm cold as ice dropping more arrows than valentines, you've failed this city like c-ciphers driving dodge vipers
Opponents think they’re dope but are as potent as Ibuprofen for infants
Weight of boulders on my back will be severed by blades in shoulders
aim colder than a frigid day in syracuse, may you get used and renewed like protection plans before there implemented
Step in temple of darts with pop tart bars expect to get torn apart
snatch the moon from the suns you don't man up and borrow bars so i barrel roll flows on sight like a mecha phantom beast
I flip scripts, turn a fragile emcee’s feeble lyrics into ESPN classics
get cha snatched off the streets with no air in ya lungs like the stephen a smith show
without any first takes when i pump her full of cum to beat of some j dilla drums
make this a wwe hidden gem so your hall of fame inductees can't duck these awards
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