Ghost (feat. Kung Fu Vampire)
I'm the Big Dog, all you puppies stop barkin'!
Bow down, when the Homie come around!
The underground wicked, support this shit!
When you bump this shit, out the trunk, punk bitch!
Get it jumpin', like I hit the switch, on the 'burban!
Bouncin' and swervin', on the black top servin'!
Riding on them bitches, like I'm thrashin' on a board!
Or, hoppin' on some x-games, watch me as I soar!
Bitches can't ignore, when I'm bangin' on the ave!
With that wicked shit bumpin', I'ma rep' it 'til my last!
I'm the present, I'm the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh!
Always searchin' for their relevance, lookin' like an ass!
So I stay celibate to bullshit, trust no bitch!
Don't fuck with them sucka's, them whack muthafuckers!
Keep your lip smackin', mouth runnin' for weeks!
Bullets do the talking, when the Dead Man speaks, muthafucker!
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead! Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod ya' skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
M-m-m-motherfucker kick rocks, I'll divide you in your sock
Shoes dangle from the wire, in the middle of the block
Your blood pours from wounds, bullets had to penetrate
Perforate the skin, as they shatter bones within
Street safe silent, no snitchin'
Keep it hundred, or you could be the next one missin'!
Power Man like Luke Cage, with the chains an' the gates!
Not a hero for hire, but I'm makin' the front page!
I'm center stage, doing what I love!
Music is my drug, hittin' harder than Terrell Suggs!
Bump this right here 'til it's rattlin' your rearview!
Pardon, on the block, give a fuck, a bottle hits you!
Dead man in a dead beef, since this week!
Takin' over muthafucking streets, get geeked!
Get down, get laid, get bread, get head!
Anyway you want it, get it bitch!
Get it till you're dead!
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead! Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
An' I'm cruising down the strip, with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod your skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
I keep a small circle
Got a lot of acquaintances, I'm universal
This is a business, so don't take it personal
Invisible, I'm an outer space alien, in pencil
Vein you, drainin' your blood, for real
Tell the officer watching me, we just filming a commercial
Dead girls, that don't say no
Best friend's a phlebotomist
I'm at the rock bottomless
Mimosas at the colleges, psychologists analyze
How to get that Molly in a poly metabolically, All-y
Over your head, pee-on
Hoping the bed, we on
Leaving you glowing neon
You can't fuck with the flow, that we on
I would offer you Binaca
It's for all that shit, that you talkin'
I'm a nightmare, when I'm walkin' bitter really killing me
You can look into my soul, as I'm stalkin'
Decapicate all of you hoes, in a coffin
I soften them first, chop 'em up, then hop in the hearse
Shit could be worse
Come on down, we the living dead
Basket case, now let's get in your head
I'm a ghost
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead!
Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod your skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
Bow down, when the Homie come around!
The underground wicked, support this shit!
When you bump this shit, out the trunk, punk bitch!
Get it jumpin', like I hit the switch, on the 'burban!
Bouncin' and swervin', on the black top servin'!
Riding on them bitches, like I'm thrashin' on a board!
Or, hoppin' on some x-games, watch me as I soar!
Bitches can't ignore, when I'm bangin' on the ave!
With that wicked shit bumpin', I'ma rep' it 'til my last!
I'm the present, I'm the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh!
Always searchin' for their relevance, lookin' like an ass!
So I stay celibate to bullshit, trust no bitch!
Don't fuck with them sucka's, them whack muthafuckers!
Keep your lip smackin', mouth runnin' for weeks!
Bullets do the talking, when the Dead Man speaks, muthafucker!
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead! Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod ya' skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
M-m-m-motherfucker kick rocks, I'll divide you in your sock
Shoes dangle from the wire, in the middle of the block
Your blood pours from wounds, bullets had to penetrate
Perforate the skin, as they shatter bones within
Street safe silent, no snitchin'
Keep it hundred, or you could be the next one missin'!
Power Man like Luke Cage, with the chains an' the gates!
Not a hero for hire, but I'm makin' the front page!
I'm center stage, doing what I love!
Music is my drug, hittin' harder than Terrell Suggs!
Bump this right here 'til it's rattlin' your rearview!
Pardon, on the block, give a fuck, a bottle hits you!
Dead man in a dead beef, since this week!
Takin' over muthafucking streets, get geeked!
Get down, get laid, get bread, get head!
Anyway you want it, get it bitch!
Get it till you're dead!
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead! Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
An' I'm cruising down the strip, with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod your skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
I keep a small circle
Got a lot of acquaintances, I'm universal
This is a business, so don't take it personal
Invisible, I'm an outer space alien, in pencil
Vein you, drainin' your blood, for real
Tell the officer watching me, we just filming a commercial
Dead girls, that don't say no
Best friend's a phlebotomist
I'm at the rock bottomless
Mimosas at the colleges, psychologists analyze
How to get that Molly in a poly metabolically, All-y
Over your head, pee-on
Hoping the bed, we on
Leaving you glowing neon
You can't fuck with the flow, that we on
I would offer you Binaca
It's for all that shit, that you talkin'
I'm a nightmare, when I'm walkin' bitter really killing me
You can look into my soul, as I'm stalkin'
Decapicate all of you hoes, in a coffin
I soften them first, chop 'em up, then hop in the hearse
Shit could be worse
Come on down, we the living dead
Basket case, now let's get in your head
I'm a ghost
You can't see me
I'm a ghost
I'm the livin' dead!
Pounding out the stereo!
Rip the speakers in half!
Turn it up! Here we go!
I brought the cemetery with me on the track
And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies, in the back!
Human skeletons!
Come on, nod your skulls!
Zombies, vampires, killers and all a' y'all!
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Michael Clark
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