Xpression.v2

Mr. Ghostman (6/13/2006)

I see some people have issues like Kleenex got tissues
If you find that shit lame, well, I guess, boy, it fits you
I don’t want this to hit you, though, cause it might break a platter
If there’s nothing to spin then the party might shatter
And the people that scatter might get a bit crazy
They just might come for me, well that’s really a maybe
I’m not dealing with ladies when you’re like Mrs. Daisy
So disappear like a ghost, not like Patrick Swayze
But you think that you phase me? Then you really don’t know me
I’m so calm, cool, collected, so just kneel down and blow me
And show me the way that you made all your friends son
You can start a mix tape, but I’ll be sure that I end one
I’ll seal it and send one and I’ll tell Mr. Postman
“Make sure that it gets there, to my Mr. Ghostman
He’s been wanting to boast man, so here’s my dedication
Now please rush this to him, I don’t like hesitation”
Cause I lost my reservations when his bullshit persisted
He’s just a little too tender, he can’t handle the critics
The one’s with the balls to step up in the moment
His anger’s a farce and he’s so far from potent
And I thought he should know it so I stood up and told it
I held to my word and made sure that I sold it
A “wanna be” knight with a horse made of bullshit
I thought you were cool, but you continue to pull this
And you’re acting so foolish, so hidden and gutless
Disguising your words like they’re chicken veal cutlets
Man, I crack my ass up with the lame jokes like that
Oh, before I lose track, can you please play my nut sack?

Notes: It’s a piece you have to read a bit slowly. If you can’t already tell, it’s supposed to be cheesy as hell. Lame insult after lame insult. Why? Because I’m not angry, just having fun trading blows with a truly immature person. On a side note, I never thought I’d use Patrick Swayze’s name in a rhyme, haha.

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