Talking shit in chat, he calls him self a ghost but no one takes notice when he posts i guess being a ghost your letters go t lost in the post, talking about getting 9 bodies i guess you like a spit roast whilst chilling eating toast, a homo endearing guy a pleasant host, who will lick you from your head to your toes, while shooting a video, filming it again here he goes. How many bodies has he been through no one really knows, i tried confronting him but he just froze. A silly little maggot faggot add me to the list but please dont grab it you cant have it il spit rings round you like b rabbit, faster and faster, im the real fucking lyrical master a martyr you can call me your father you bastard. Slay this ghost like arthur, who let this ghost out the box, who knew the ghost liked to suck cock better put him back before the box rocks, taking many men his not like fifty he will turn you around and do you agen, probably sipping from a sippy cup filled with cum enjoys the taste it leaked out his last victims bum, still got the foul taste on his tongue, which explains why he talks shit mothefucker you should just quit you just bit more than you could chew now please dont spit, il erode you like mountain corrosion the only thing you erode is cock when its in motion filling you up like the ocean, walking away soaking upset really so you start moping chatting shit the only way you are coping, talking about bodies in your backyard, the only body you got is the one that takes you hard you fucking illiterate retard fell into the trap and look how it sparked, now you want to step to me i guess youd like the rest of me, call me gordon i might give you the recipe but youl never beat me youl never defeat me, just a silly little 50 year old, going stale like old cheese with mould all low and behold i just stole the limelight from this hiding mole, havent a clue how to rap, you think because you smoke a fat, chirping to your cat staring at the floor admiring the mat, or matt, you can still get a slap from the track, someone tell this 50 year old he shouldnt be wearing a flat cap, doesnt matter if its slapped backed your still a washed up twat, i dont even really need to try, welcome to the spirit world, its time for this ghost to go fly, back to where he came from or came in, unleash the fire in the lion and il get my mane in. Lyrically destoying isnt it annoying when you finally realise rap isnt your calling, no longing balling with your chat, still stalling listened to you for five seconds and found you fucking boring and im warning come against me il be scorning, turn you into a real ghost lets see whos mourning. Joke for a guy think your fly but your just a ghost right? That tries to ghost write? Think youre in full flight this ghost doesnt shine bright i can see through your shit now your in my sight the rap game for you is just a test flight, you try to put the work in forget what you write too busy high as a kite the only definition of a ghost me i spit the most you just got hogtied because you like a roast, just burnt you like toast, me i am a different kind of host, i dont move nicely you can come and get sliced g, too quick for you at this frequency impeccable delivery causing motherfuckers like you misery believe me its too easy you keep asking questions faqs frequently, your style sucks you havent got an ounce of talent, getting into the beat but you cant spit in time got beat by your own beat is that the definition of keeping it street? Or is it because you are too busy with a dick in your mouth full of meat, aim lock on defeat, all of the cock you eat, only way youl ever sell blow on the street, ya fucking clits split eat shit getting beat by a brit the track dont skit i wont quit until i slit through you tit twat admit you love the cockpit halfwit just a hyprocrit rhymes are counterfeit. Can i get a moment to show this cunt the definition of a trojan, the ghost just died i threw the rope in, i dont need to hang you, you can hang yourself sit by the sidelines and go sit back on your shelf, your over ghost lyrically murked, i guess now the lyrics hurt, messing with a genius for you hurts more than it does when you get that penis believe this i just took this motherfucker to the cleaners.