check it iam on top yall below nd ur mamas my hoe
i could spit 2 this beat 4 days but iam not caz mamas waiting 4 me at our spot
the beatd no where near being done,all u who comment is my son

(NO DISRESPECT CAINE, I FUCKS WIT U NIGGA)

man real talk i ain't tryna diss nobody
i rather roll a L get bent n' throw a party
ok so i got on caine
i do it good but yea this niggas insane
i do this between L breaks
you make hella mistakes
first of all talkin to the jakes
i'll holla at u when the pints gone
no fam shit but j-rob did it wrong
he came at me sideways
so i gave it to him 5 ways
thirty two shells to the chest on the highway
movin on you cowards the best shootin 8 trayz
or shootin free throws swishin on you bitches
turn ya brain to cool whip cuz its murder for all you snitches
shittin ya briches sleepin in da ditches
probably missin ya kids n ya miss's
i got the rowdy lil niggaz
that'll pop at ya skull
just to watch it fall
take ya fresh kicks n' go ball

BUT REAL TALK FUCK J-ROB, IM RIGHT BEHIND CAINE IF ANYTHING WHEN IT COMES TO THIS "INTERNET RAPPIN" GO CHECK MY 32 BARS ON THE CHAMP IS HERE INSTRUMENTAL J-ROB jUST GOT robbED

yo check listen
man look at these dudes
i take them back oldschool
yall niggas fools
dimanods around my neck
stacks on deck
someone please hand me a mic check
watch u niggas get laid
yep i rap and get paid
im about that bread
bang bang nigga u dead
get what i said
i make u niggas blink twice
i make money rollin dice
thats right i get money
nigggas laughing anit shit funny
now don't u fell like a dummy
i work from am to pm
umma spray when i see him

gud luk lionell

My niqqa caine the ghost is nice tha other niqqa u aint fukin wit him u trash
i thought i wasz nice this niqqa a monster
i aint jockin but my niqqa here shud
get a deal

C whr i wuz rolln at 87th and Hooper Cuzz
Str8 Criminal u'd thnk da I wuz hoover cuzz
Robbn nggaz stashes like da Jetsons we movin up
Gotta hit a licc azk my locs iz yall gon groove or what
Gottem on dem Weights now da mu fucca groovin tough
Neva pkut in no work though ngga uza Bkluff
Look at da ammo he got damn he uzed it up
Bkeat him down like a bkitch now he bruized n cut
Got cool wit da enemy yea i boozd him Up
So he wuldnt Ce focus str8 loco when i shoot em up
Blue Rag out da left side iz u true or what
Slob nggaz hollerin suwoo SUWOO deze nuttz
Lookn at hiz facial expression yea he knew he stucc
Caught em Slippn on Crippn Cuzz i Bklew em up

yes im a fuckin young gurl so put me on dis shit n yes if i was a dude i would say suck ma dick but skip all dat im still da shit fuck kickin rocks nigga kick bricks cuz da shit i spit is diahria i stay runnin shit n i onli rap a lil bit come on dog bitch ass nigga stay in ya thong 4 da clip go bong

okay
when i spit i have the whole world on fire
ill have you killed like bodie on the wire
i have only been rapping 2 years
and you only a myth cut yo hair off like brittany spears
cut the chase i fear no one
yes only god yes he shed my tear
yes i tote that tool yes that rifle
my raps so known i make speches on the eiffel towel
and yes i sell that powder and form this day im the man with power

you wanted a battle well you got it dawg
i been cawled you out (and you cawl ya self a profit dawg)
nawl dawg im figuring not at all
ya rap career was over from the minute i got involved
so stop it dawg wit all the lippin that you poppin off
tell the nigga fix the busted lyrics that you coppin off
use ya head to the fullest for i knock it off
play head butt wit da bullets and bring some tylonal
dem shots'll fall and leave this young bul noddin off
take a 40 shot to the head and not the alchol
you trynna stand to a man and you bout to fall
if the prophets wanna problem bring dem niggaz i'll house'em all
what you a thug now tawkin bloods true g
nigga you couldin walk a bloods life on ya own two feet
my doods reek in ya blood up two feet
gangsta tawkin body pics dug you too sweet
nigga i dont care if abbs is ripped
cuz to the tippz they'll CRUNCH like a bagg of chipps
im like trina wit the Lyrics im the baddest, Bitch
seven did you half a twist yo dont even post after this

~im the ghost in ya closet nigga you aint no fukkin blood

magic trackz....nigga i'll make u turn the otha cheek like how a fagot switch(strut)
i'll make u dissapear aint no magic trackz,
bury u alive in a casket bitch,
talkin bout u spit but u should hear how the ratchet click,
when it spit leave more holy then a pasture bitch,
slap da expression off ya face when i pass u snitch,
caine gone be the ghost after dis,
come to ya house in all red like santa claus for ya momz i got a bag of gifts(not serious)
u not even trash u da phase before a magot bitch!!
my barz hit hard to ya cranium like a bag of bricks,
my rapz is rediculous,jus rememba not to kiss ya girl she french kissed my dick,
nigga my abdiment is fuckin ripped,i'll tear ya bitch ass to bitz,
when it come to my shoe game i got more kicks then bruce lee(get it)
nigga dont confuse me,for i have to abuse thee,
ya shit was hot but im sizzlin bad azz jus call me boosie,
i will not loose b,call me a ton cuz u will not move me!!
im tight in da game like a sweater u loose b,
datz why u gone loose see,
mad cuz eremotha fucka kno the ghost is to weak,
i'll let one of my lil niggas get at u homie im truly one of da best it'll be ashame if i loose b,
bloodz all day a true g.......

i jus wanted to battle