Bezzie, you gonna respond, or just accept the L

[the ghost]

How you gonna claim to kill the ghost ya fraud,
Lyrical lightning rod, I'm harrold so I guess that makes you maude.
You ain't won shit, lame Brit, with your half assed whit,
You get exposed and start excusing like you name was sccit
Got lit, up like a black and mild, my styles too wild, got you rilled,
When I spit the crowd say "ohhh child" sorta like you child
Is not allowed like you and a child, you get scarred, feathered and tarred
Boston tea style on your scotland yard
your tripping, Im slippin the lyrical clipin
Get to dippin or catch a hit like ripkin
Monolithic murderer, Bez, Chris Hanson's heard of ya
Catch him a predator like Arnold did
What ever made you decide to fondle a kid?
It's bout time you pulled a bid, up in county
Guarantee they'd make your soft ass a mountee
So here's the reply from across the pond
Mate like a chess set, you just got Pawned
And save the shit about you aint even tryin
Your cub raps aint shit to a lion
Your dub caps been peal't no lying
Your pub chaps will see with no denying
That bez snaps like a twig in a weak breeze
Bitch please, think before you type you won
Before I fuck around and have to snipe you son
I know you are gonna try and dismiss, thats your plan
Pretend I don't exist, and keep actin like a stan
But you and I know who's really the man
So just sit back and realize you'r really a fan
Ghost got ya peeling lines from his verses,
I'm just trying to deliver these curses
Putting Bezez in hearses, got you scared like you saw pinhead
You should have been dead, after getting in kids beds
Ya creepy bastard,I got this lockd like a rasta
Two things need to stop, like times on a clock
Quit touching kids, and dropping lame rhymes like a cock
So now go on about how I don't even count
But if thats the case why's you put ghost in your line
Is it cause, you really want the ghost to shatter your spine
Sorry to inform you I was really just flattered this time
Cause in the end the only rap that mattered was mine