Born in the Stars

Here we go again prepare to meet your end just looked you up on

Facebook you got zero friends This kids a loser yo aint even kissed a

girl you write her love letters I'll buy her ice and pearls so how you like me

me now even roxanne's in the backround saying wow Bling's got style

If you can flame then why is chris your backup dancer like an extra

on Soul train I see you Mommy and your Daddy in the front row

they must be embarresed for you bro your not a real mc you

quit hip hop now be a good bust and go get your mop. Now

the phantom come alive in the night tyme i just spit them out I dont

write rhymes dont never rehearse spit a killer verse and when it

comes to you umm there the worst why you gotta get in my face

like an air bag you cnt out rap you got no swag