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NIK and ROC re: LIGHTS
the ghost:
Well since Quiet Truth is the truth. I must take the L for round one.
Ok LIGHTS out for round two, what you wanna do
When I spew rhymes sicker than swine flu at you
And you've tricked your crew no doubt your IQ
Is lower than zero divided by two
I spit so funky people be like "who farted"
I can't believe I have to battle with a bitch thats retarded
Makin lame posts while you brag and you boast
You'll be darker than toast after this lyrical roast from the ghost
I'm scarier than host sicker than most
So how you spossed to guard me in the post
Back you down slam you to the asphault
I can't really blame you its yo mom's ass fault
She squatted and shit out a dummy
Probabally amazed at what grew from her tummy
It really ain't funny like BEZ with a child
This is just mild wait till I get rilled
So sucka LIGHTS bend over and cough
And be just like Target and Bez and have kids pants half off
I'll give you credit for being too stupid to molest
I must confess this battle has been no contest
Like when Russia punked your homeland
Your parents went down on the troops like quicksand
Most likely your mother bent over and took commie dick nightly
She ran mad trains and that putting it lightly
And 9 months later what came out was you
A fucked up mess a retarded stew
They should have slapped your mom for learning how to screw
Cause when Lights go out I'm over and through
QuietTruth:
Oooh shit.
the ghost:
LIGHTS where you at? 8)
Muhfukka:
--- Quote from: the ghost on August 25, 2009, 01:51:22 PM ---Well since Quiet Truth is the truth. I must take the L for round one.
Ok LIGHTS out for round two, what you wanna do
When I spew rhymes sicker than swine flu at you
And you've tricked your crew no doubt your IQ
Is lower than zero divided by two
I spit so funky people be like "who farted"
I can't believe I have to battle with a bitch thats retarded
Makin lame posts while you brag and you boast
You'll be darker than toast after this lyrical roast from the ghost
I'm scarier than host sicker than most
So how you spossed to guard me in the post
Back you down slam you to the asphault
I can't really blame you its yo mom's ass fault
She squatted and shit out a dummy
Probabally amazed at what grew from her tummy
It really ain't funny like BEZ with a child
This is just mild wait till I get rilled
So sucka LIGHTS bend over and cough
And be just like Target and Bez and have kids pants half off
I'll give you credit for being too stupid to molest
I must confess this battle has been no contest
Like when Russia punked your homeland
Your parents went down on the troops like quicksand
Most likely your mother bent over and took commie dick nightly
She ran mad trains and that putting it lightly
And 9 months later what came out was you
A fucked up mess a retarded stew
They should have slapped your mom for learning how to screw
Cause when Lights go out I'm over and through
--- End quote ---
damn thats like some 818 shit hommie
LAXCENTRAL:
You say you're over and through, but you sound like you're drunk off beer or brew
you're plastic, you're fake, you're too weak to face me with round two in stake
Even though you had a better flow, you're still in technical knockout, and lost in the blue
If I aim the sniper at you and shoot, your would disappear without a clue
But I am afraid you, you'll probably rat me out to your boys in blue
Which is a unity formed to be the only salary based crew...
This is something that The Persian, and The Jew also knew...
Rata Tata, Ratty, Fatty, a mothefuckin clown made out of child's play Plato
Envious of my fame, in love with my game, yet you still can't play though
Tried hard to be my friend, invited you to my land, fed you with my LAMB
You try to back-stab me as you tip toe, act like a fake hoe, a real foe
and Fa sho creep up on me and try to shed bloods off my vein
You say you're a ghost? You try to boast, I believed you, almost
The only thing I see you with a prefix ghost...is a writer...
Another fake, flake, pussy, prank, a real motherfuckin fruitcake
Who cannot express, his flow to the world to impress,
His half-baked-ideas are not wanted to be addressed
Just face it you don't posses skills that can be progressed
Because Lights gets blessings, that only God himself can bless
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