My Ghost Writer Sucks

Intro:
If yall want to hate on me, you best get in line!

I spit shit at nitwits and make them hate life
My style gets sick like abortion with steak knives
How to market these bitches is hard to see
Cause my raps are more feared than the SARS disease
"Pardon ME?" I 'fly to new heights' like rockets
No one 'fucks' with me like their name is John Bobbit
The noises; stop it, you can't rhyme in the first place
Or even 'rock' the crowd during an earthquake
The worst fate is suffered by those who say "FUCK YOU"
Because I'm lethal like needles AIDS patients just used
I bust dudes who get on the mic dying to talk
When the only 'Hip-Hop' they know is cripples trying to walk
I got a beef with God
Who made a rapper that sent slurs harder to understand
Than Sean Paul's accent
Now battle me but rapidly Imma have to kill
With flaws non-existent like Madonna's rapping skills

Chorus:
Fuck the speed of light, I move faster like
Dead feds trying to catch me in the afterlife
I grab the mic and infect it with the AIDS disease
I'm made to breeze through MCs and pain I reap

Fuck battling, I need to win a scarier title
Simon wouldn't even diss you on American Idol
Cause you're a peon and there's no record you'll ever be on
I make hardcore rap groups look like Celine Dion
Ask "The world ends when?" With bad luck on one knee
I'm your girlfriend's twin; think twice before 'fucking' with me
Your ducking with these wack cats; had to be castrated
Cause they 'wacker' than a teen who just masturbated
When I'm on the battle charts, you're choosy one less
Make MCs cry more than handicaps in Beauty Contests
Your raps are worst sound, get straddled to the core
I win the first round, the battle then the war
Try and you cry, cause you can't rhyme with this dark mate
I'm 'unbeatable' like suicidalist's heart rate
Friend; Yup losing you might, buzz come, it's intended
I end up using two mics cause one gets offended

Chorus

Go on Sesame Street and slap Grover off feet
Speed up your heart rate and rap over the beat
Remains your pain and fear to say who can rap to this
Cause I'm here to stay like paralysis
Oooops...did I offend you? Excuse me for not giving a shit!
After you get shamed, you get hit with a brick
Your wit's shit on a stick, any problem I can solve it
No one likes you're 'bars' like you serve non-alcoholic
You rap faster than me, but say shit anyone can tell me
This tortoise gets there before the 'hare/hair' like R Kelly
I blaze insented blunts; I'm stoned, got it from that weed
I'm an AIDS infected Cunt, you don’t want to 'cum' at me
I don't spit on mics, I drool till no one can grab it
While killing more 'cats' than Liza Manelli's jacket
Habit’s a fake style, your ho's at me venting
You're Rabbit in 8Mile, with no happy ending

Chorus

MY Ghostwriter sucks!

I had to write all this by myself