Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost, artist - Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Album song The Casket Factory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.01.2016
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Ghost |
| I’m the big dog, all you puppies stop barking |
| Bow down when the homie come around |
| The underground wicked, support this shit |
| When you bump this shit out the truck, punk bitch |
| Get it jumping like I hit the switch, or the Bourbon |
| Bouncing and swerving, on the black top serving |
| Riding on them bitches like I’m thrashing on a board |
| Or hopping on some X-Games, watch me as I soar |
| Bitches can’t ignore when I’m banging on the ave |
| With that wicked shit bumping, I’mma rep it till my last |
| I’m the present, I’m the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh |
| Always searching for their relevance, looking like an ass |
| So I stay celibate to bullshit, trust no bitch |
| Don’t fuck with them suckas, them whack motherfuckers |
| Keep your lips smacking, mouth running for weeks |
| Bullets do the talking when the dead man speaks, motherfucker |
| (You can’t see me, I’m a ghost) |
| I’m the living 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 cords |
| Zombies, vampires, killers and all of y’all |
| 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 snitching |
| Keep it 100 or you could be the next one missing |
| Power Man like Luke Cage, with the chains in the case |
| Not a hero for hire but I’m making the front page |
| I’m center stage, doing what I love |
| Music is my drug, hitting harder than Terrell Suggs |
| Bump this right here till it’s rattling your rearview |
| Pardon on the block, give a fuck, a bottle hits you |
| Dead man in a dead beef since this week |
| Taking over motherfucking streets, get geeked |
| Get down, get laid, get bread, get head |
| Anyway you want it, get it bitch, get it till you’re dead |
| 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 draining your blood for real |
| Tell the officer watching me we just filming a commercial |
| Dead girls, still don’t say no |
| Best friends are phlebotomus |
| I’m at the rock bottomless |
| Mimosas the colleges, psychologists analyze |
| How to get that Molly in a poly metabolically |
| Ollie over your head, peon |
| Hoping the bed we on |
| Leaving you glowing neon |
| You can’t fuck with the flow that we on |
| I would offer you Menaka |
| It’s for all that shit that you talking |
| I’m a nightmare when I’m walking, bitter really killing me |
| You can looking into my soul as I’m stalking |
| 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 |