man i dunno but all these rhymes seem whack
tear down your mic stand, and stand in the back
watch as ghosty lays down another track
spits out the rhymes, then opens up a fat sack sack
not the brown brick shit with the stems and seeds
im talking the good shit with the red hairs and sticky leaves
nothin' but the best from the land of lakes and trees
wake n bake, afternoon, and midnight tokin'
roll around the parkway's passin' pigs and still smokin'
i'll keep playin records til the turntable's broken
other motherfuckers left dry and jokin'
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ghosty Reviewed by ghosty on . Rap Battles 2 They first thread was pretty ill, so maybe we can do this again, I wrote a diss to Campbell on the first rap battle thread but the thread got lost with other old threads anyways here it is: First of all you cannot twist my lines, you destroyed them, they were better off left mines, you turned them from metal to a lullaby, next time just don't reply. Your lyrics keep getting murdered by Italians, get it? mines keep shinning like medallions, don't forget it. With the honeys I'm known Rating: 5