2ND VERSE NEEDED(BM): MaXiMus Da MaNtis Vs The Ghost

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Round 1



MaXiMus Da MaNtis:


Dun, My Spitz Disaster Yo N Tatter Wit Jabber Blows N Snatch Ya Jaw Fo
Collateral
You's Just An Average Hoe Im Pac-Man Watch This Ghost Run From The
Calico
Kidz Weak My Dude ,See What The Heat Do Ya Spits So Transparent Demi
Moore Wouldnt See You
You Flex To Me But My Crew See Thru You...Takin Extacy Is The Only
Way Ya Team Feel You
Imma Basterd Wit Speach Fist'll Crackle Ya Teeth Me Winning Iz Like The
SidewayZ OchO
The Heathin Will Step On Ya Skull Till It Resemblez PunisheR LogoZ
Im Bringing The Thunder N Choke Holds Striaght Shocking N Crushin His
Vocals Clean
Fist Makin Him Flinch So Much It Looks Like He's Dancing The Cholo
Lean....HAHA
Besta Bring Ya Whole Team Blinky, Pinky, Inky, N Clyde Sent Up When I
Divide The Skies
Punches Leave Ya Face Diffrent Colors Like Mike N Ikes Why Make Me
Battle A Ghost Kid
I Spit Oceans And Sneak Attack Better Brace Ya Back Like Spinal Stenosis
You Get Dumped In Gravez When The Humble Waves Stab Like A Hundred
Spades Its Infectious
So Precise With The Rays Slicin Ya Viens Dicin N Drain Clots Clog Up Ya
Main Arteries Its Sepsis
This Ghost Soft Like Casper Knucks Rapidly Tapin His Chin Like Tap
Dancers
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Im Fuckin Cancer
Claimin Mad Scientist When Your More Fake Than Dexter Your Avatar You
Should Erase It
Face It Your So Broke Kid Still Lives In His Mothers Bassment




The Ghost:


Watch it, I'm about to kill this mantis while its praying/
Scribble on his face with a crayon after I slay him/
Then leave him headless on some Icabob/
No flow? Nigga get a job before I pick you off/
Beat me with iron? You dying because your lion/
You don't have the heart, chickens get to frying/
I already clipped the feathers off of this bird excuse me insect/
Snapped his neck and put a two by four where his ribs at/
Lyrically speaking, he's nothing dudes a weakling/
He mine as well be dreaming, he couldn't beat me if I was sleeping/
And if I hit him with my lightest bar I'll knock him into next weekend/
Change your name to saturday or sunday your the corps weak end/
Get him while he's creeping, stab him while eating
Shit him in secret, make him pick up his feces and eat it/
You can't hide if your peeking, cause I'll cream ya/
By putting your ass on blast like hiroshima /