riposte, or I guess it's my repost, this ghost hit the coast, snorting blow and spoutin smoke, the machine ain't quite right like I might never find the right word to align the light with, but deny the fight and it's, well, another day another dollar, another hey another holler, but my throat is sore and bloody, maybe im just a little scrubby, bummy, just a crash test dummy, test me for da truth but you know, best be towards da proof of few shows, bitch ill rhyme every last gadam syllable if im feeling opposite of killable, unrefillable cos you only get one chance, guess i should have made some better plans, last dance, damn, hit the deck and spread the stands. lost in a rhythmic trance, im only here temporarily.... check the stance.