Lets Get Hyphee ; In This Cyphee !

I heard of ya Casper
Saw ya on neverending rap battle discussion
Well feel the bass and percussion
C'mon cousin, I wanna see you return
Feel the burn as yo whole world turns
You ain't PAC, with fat stacks, and phat raps, an capital crap
Outta bitch slap ya, get back at ya, even em will tell you:
FACK this shat (see what I did there?)
Rejoin us and say nice things
Show them rap nicely
It ain't pricey, as long as you ain't feisty
Crikey.
It might be, but don't assume what's right, see
Assume makes an ass- (outta) -u- (and) -me-!

Dont You Ever Call Me Your Cousin In Your Life,
Imma Have To Snatch Up Your Kids And Your Wife,
Put A Couple Shells In Em From The .32 And Watch The Shells Drop,
And Watching Thier Bodies Flop,
Then Have You ComeHome To Clean It Up Wit A Mop,
So You Saw Me In That Little Battle Discussion,
**** That **** I Wrote It In 5 I Was Rushin,
Rushin With Ma Niggas To Get You Like The Soviets Call Us Russion,
So Stop Buggin Before You Blood Leak Out And Start Gushin...
To Me You Is No Competition Your Nothin,
End Of Discussion ...

You wrote yours in five?
I wrote mine in two minutes
And no one told me this bitchtit
That this was a dipshit competition

Are you in a band? Are you for real?
Do you got fans or music appeal?
You seem soft, light like a flower petal
But I live out loud, two steps from bein metal
Cuz metal is steel
Last meal
The feel
To be on the shady side of a deal
Shady?
No not slim
Come on Tim
Give me rap
Not that bad crap back-slap shat
STOP
It's a trap
So slip, slim
Take a trip, Jim
To the slick gym

You've been dumb-plundered
Like gum under
School desks
Rules? At school? Fools!
You tools been used to pool
Rappers into corners
Start at round one
Too many foreign mourners
321 first rapper done

I see eminem on the stretcher
And dre on the roast
But doin no better
Is Casper the ghost

And after bloodbathe
Stands alone- WRATHE