The Ghost
• Written by craw
Ha Ha, yep
Ya know its me
Alright, here i come bitch
so far, no one sees through the mist
i don't even exist
nah man ima dead little kid
Ha i'm jus kiddin
please tell me you didn't believe it
but i don't blame ya, i could make you believe anything wit dis shit i spit
spit dis shit so quick, quickly flipping the script
fake ass boys can stepped up and get whipped,
on some eight grade right in front of the class shit
you bitches don't see shit, except for my stomach when you looking up from
suckin my dick
see y'all come love me or hate, maybe even relate
but mane,i don't give a float in flying fuck bout your hate
nah, y'all can keep that shit
i don't want it man
see i ain't one of them, just ask for that feedback
cause i don't give a FACK!
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About the Artist
craw
Member since February 20 2014