freestyle #2

[ghost ryder]

now listen up chris
dont be tryin to diss
i know i cuss mad
but that dont mean im bad
i got mad skillz in the lyrical department
watchin you in your burnin down apartment
the bombs lit
ya better get out
before it blows
when i perform
my people pack six rows
beyond that, its lightweight
see that potassium? its nitrate
fertilize yourself
you need to realise that self help
doent get you nuthin
and NEVER push the red button
as it only leads to trouble
i hear voices...run! on the double
the cokepot begins to bubble
i make you think you are insane
my lyrical onslaught is an acute form of pain
i spit hard lines like cocaine
that fuel your mind like propane
you will never see me lose my fame
coz i am king and i run the game