Quote Originally Posted by ghosty
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'
:jointsmile:
that shit was tight right there