greeneyes rd. 2
i'm comin through son where's your protection? you better call syrus/
the pain i'll inflict will put you through a early stage of mid-life crisis/
a fuckin bitch like isis/ but you're powerless/cat's hurt ya feeling all
the time, request a basket of flowers bitch/ lyrics have you lying
in a hospital/ you're a fuckin' gay ass fruit ya rhymes are tropical/
36 in a 21 level obstacle/ you can't hack it/ you're playing in the sun
and you're a goddamn popsicle/melt you and evaporate your style/
you haven't got any better n i aint been here in a while/you can check
into the hyperbolic time chamber/ you still won't come out advanced
i'll sleep on you and still hit you like a 9 banger/ torch you down call me
flame thrower/ disgustin dude you're the cyclopse dame blower/
game over before i finish/ like your girls pussy i'll leave your rap
career diminished/ raps extinguished before you catch any keystyle credit/
this aint like freestyle that's why you do it, because you can press on edit/
shit i'll fuck you up so bad you'll catch seizures like epileptic/
everlasting convulsions from my rhymes cause you're fuckin' pathetic/
nothing but bitchmade/ drinking off my lyrics but you didn't know they
do opposite of gatorade/ i'm made to dust a persons image/
i aint even at the peek of my style i'm killing you in a scrimmage/
so match that bird/ i fuckin' murked and the my word.
ghost
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