Who kares who talks, who kares who listens,
Haters always hate lyke bytches always bytchin,
I'll do what I want so stay owt my kitchen,
No fake ass friends no lies no snitchin,
U wishin, that my ass wood just quit,
My lyfes a never ending road trip,
Fully equipped with a hater proof kit,
I just write my bars, I don't recite or spit,
Ghost writing, casper I'm on my ghastly tip,
Do u write yo own shyt?? Neva have 2 ask me this
kuhz I write so much I should have broken wrists,
With my pen I mentally rearrange a list,
I'm a lil bit if conscious with gansta twist,
The rap game my bytch, verbal abuse her lips,
Throw her in the bakk of my range and dip,
But she aint no flip, she'll neva cheat or split,
She sprung off nygga kuhz of my penmanship,
Kuhz who needs sex when u got this pen 2 kiss,
Its not my goofy laugh its my thoughts u miss,
I kame in2 yo lyfe lyke u made a wish,
The best thing about yo day lyke that morning piss, chea!!
-Ghastly Dom
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