Artist: Rittz
Album:  Top of the Line
Song:   Ghost Story
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com

[Rittz]
Ye-uh-ye-uh-ye-uh-yeah
Welcome to the Jonny Valiant show, I'm about to blow
Independent with a hundred thousand albums sold
Rappers used to crowd around me, funny now they don't
No one's in my lane, my competition goin adios
No magician but I dissipate 'em in a cloud of smoke
Revvin they engine up and I'm a thousand miles down the road, whoa
You ain't ever heard of me, fuck it now you know
It's hard to take you serious, and I ain't out of jokes
Most of the shit you rap about is unaccountable
Sayin nothin, makin noises with your mouth like Al Jarreau
Never seen an ounce of blow, flexin like you Al Capone
Sick and sweet so we can seek to sneak the brownie a la mode, ohh
Pocket full of bread, I ain't countin sourdough
Shittin on 'em from above, funny how the roles
got reversed, when it was him they never said, "Look out below"
Never tried to lend a hand, I was down and out and broke
with no balance in my bank account and just a couple O's
Now we feast, I'll beat my diamonds while we toastin Crown and Coke
Cheers, weird, where the talent go? Now it's like there's no one left
Someone said you blowin up, they trollin on the social net-
-work, I murk my flows, I choke 'em out and never broke a sweat
You knock one out the box, now watch it cause a domino effect
You're not a monster so these ghosts or goblins don't oppose a threat
I ain't scared of no one, seen a hater and I told him that

[Chorus: Rittz]
If you don't start shit there won't be none
Cause I don't really need no reason
to be the one responsible for your extinction
Cause when it comes to competition I don't see none
They all went ghost on me
Ain't nobody comin close to me
It's like a goddamn ghost story...
It's a goddamn ghost story...
It's a goddamn ghost story...
Ye-uh-ye-uh-yeah

[Rittz]
Go ahead and sound the horn
like every boring rapper does, I wish the dude behind the booth would pull the power cord
Just quit and do some shit you're good at
Your stage show is hard for me to look at like the unibrow on Al B. Sure
The difference between our music's night and day
I'm gettin busy but you shitty like a giant pile of cow manure
So watch that mouth of yours
I never thought I'd see the day it'd be okay to let these rappers dress like Shalamar
They wanna dance, suck a dick, fuck these kids, knock 'em off they balance boards
Beat 'em down and settle out of court
Ugly as fuck but these sluts pullin down they drawers
White bitches love me like an Abercrombie outfit store
Sick and never found the cure, sippin on the Crown I poured
Wild and rowdy bumpin Scotty ATL and Naughty Boy{?}
Some dummy said I wasn't hungry since I made it and I'm famous
Bitch I'm starvin like the Army was in Valley Forge
Was dope enough to get a deal back in 2004
I was born a killer, tried to warn 'em, better tell them boys

[Chorus]

[Rittz]
I'm just really bein honest y'all
I'm just sick of bein modest all the time when all these artists talk
like they the hottest and y'all let 'em get away with murder
They just rhymin words together, ain't no substance to they monologue
They go on stage and spray the crowd with water
Rappin over top they vocals to this track, in fact they soundin awful dawg
We ain't playin volleyball, I ain't goin back and forth
If you diss me and then piss me off then I might smack you for it
Run up in your studio while you went on like everything is coolio
then jack you for your laptop and your Mac keyboard
You think I'm playin, you mistaken, shit you faker than the movie "Taken"
You ain't got no skills, you only act the part
Come and get a battle scar, thicker shit that's caviar
You fictional like "Battlestar Galactica" and "Avatar"
I'm on another planet and these rappers almost outta Mars
Venus, Jesus, we the C-N-T and we just laugh at y'all
An open casket, I just killed a Kato track
If you feel it play it back, really I'm just statin facts that

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