The Ghost Rider
nigga the ghost rider is me!!!! i'm ridin on whoever talkin shit to my cousin including Spider Joke, Boner, Non Criminal & Texas Hold Dick! Fucc all yall family 1st bitchez!
Spider- Listen up lil spider/ i'll plucc yo legs/ i got 12 year old killaz that will bucc your head/ yo flowz is lame/ and your name is gay as fucc/ get lkd dick and shove it up your butt/ nigga actin like he cant get touched/ and you got a lotta nerve callin anyone an internet thug/ if i'm an internet thug/ yous a internet bitch/ your on the bottom of the totum pole/ like that olivia bitch/ niggas just run thru u/ beat your ass something brutal/ dont even have to shoot you/ tell your momma to check your diaper/ cause your spitz smell like boo boo/ matter of fact get her permission before you post your reply/yous a black widow pillow/ wipe the tears from your eyes!! Bitch!
1st Coner Diss-did i hurt your confidence wit what i wrote/ see you got hurt/ and had to write me a joke/ talkin bout ballin/ i dont sell i smoke/ your raps are mediocre/ calm down on the coke/ and if you so above me/ why are your panties all soaked/ same ol shit means/ well c'mon/ you know what i'm talkin bout folkz/ garbage/ with a hundred features no wonder you move units/ but why when you verse comes on/ everybody just skip thru it/ no matter who you got wit you/ if you rappin the songs ruined/ stick to what you know/ cause makin money/dont mean its good music!
2nd Diss Coner, Criminal, & Tex-here's a little story i got to tell/ about a old washed up rapper/ who needs big names to sell/ your rhymes are weak/ and beats are garbage/ your forty years old and barely gettin started/ nobody i know cares about your street cred/ seen you on your album cover looking like a base head/ oh tattoos and Jerseys supposed to make you tough/ you never wrote like that before/ why you changin up/ how come none of your rhymes sound like this diss/ i guess its true/ ya boy just brings the best out a bitch/ you should have saved that verse for your album trick/ keep payin for those verses aint no one/ reachin out tryin to get on your shit/ 5 albums under your belt but not one hit/ hang up the mic man/ go puff on your glass dick/ i hope your happy with the results of this/ your the hardest convict on the siccness/ to bad a bunch of internet geeks is the only ones jockin your disc/ and fucc criminal and that weenie who claims he's from Texas/ no more hiding your emotions/ you both want to have coners kid/ half of your comments are borderline homo/ yall dont even own one of his albums/ but yall still gotta brown nose/ Fucc texas/ that shits filled with bammer weed and scraps/ neither one of you fake g'z ever squeezed no gat/ but you do know how to Squeeze coners old wrinkled sack/ menage trois all night/ all 3 of you fags!