Lyrics ghost watchers - Righteousness Gone, Jus Allah

ghost watchers

«The ghost who walks
She’s on the prowl--»
I take desperate measures for higher pleasure
Transform like Banner when I’m under high pressure
I’ll be the hidden agenda
The unknown treasure
The secret offender amongst transcenders
Claiming that you Queen of the now
Bipolar women be acting different
Quick to snap in an instant
But things ain’t the same now
Being persistent
Don’t get it twisted
Wind up another name on forensic files
The wave I’ve been paving
Breaking your safe
Violating your space worse than a home invasion
Start wars with advance education
Better find a better replacement, I’m beyond anxious
This ain’t rap, this is writing my soul to sell it to Satan
It don’t matter how many stories I tell
Cause I know demons is eventually gonna drag me to hell
Gonna drag me to hell yo
«The ghost who walks
She’s on the prowl
For the man she loved
He cut her down
It was--»
I kill indiscriminately, I don’t have a preference
Male or female, infancy to adolescence
I cut 'em up, put the parts in the reservoir
Or I stitch them back, put the arms where the legs are
The first time that I saw a coffin I laid in it
The first pool of blood that I made I bathed in it
Sorry I didn’t shave, but I’m a danger to myself
My razor isn’t allowed to have a blade in it
I’m on my way to hell
I ain’t religious
But I still celebrate Halloween, it’s like Satan’s Christmas
If I didn’t work then, and Friday the 13th
It’d be hard for guys like me, to stay in business
I was killed right after I killed my assassin
I was okay dying with that as my last action
But I was brought back
On a wish, from a monkey’s paw
That makes something that’s equally as bad happen
«The ghost who walks
She’s on the prowl
For the man she loved
He cut her down
It was--»
I’ll never rest 'til death, transcended with some severed flesh
Gettin' stressed, whatever, then I met her as
but clever with the cleaver and the Ginsu
Rip through eager rappers, stab her and the bitch through
I sip booze and smoke blunts, poke sluts and keep it moving
Evil doers choose to open up, they don’t believe I’m human
Do this for my, bendin' as I stand in hell
Random kids in cells, understand that I plan to dwell
My fans have felt a difference in my wicked raps
I kick their ass, past living rap
Hit the grass and I split the facts
Grippin' axe at last, carve a target departed
I’m hip to the task, got the heart of a Spartan
I’m a martyr or a Martian
With confidence galore
Grew over-prominence
As I pop a top of
I’m a rocka blocka more
At war with the spirit realm
Hear the bell toll, you a trolling, send a peering spell
«The ghost who walks
She’s on the prowl
For the man she loved
He cut her down
It was--»
When I drink ghost’s blood as you pass in denial
Trying to stay trapped in their pain you revitalize
Quick from your unwise choice to survive
Hide em in the white noise faint with the cries
Can’t hear a word yo, your agony is static
He’s an addict, of anatomy, this had to be the habit
The call wouldn’t trace, try to stall but he bailed
Bodies in the walls makin' love to the nails
Bleed 'em in the pails 'till his density is ail
Hollowed out a rapper every century in hell
The soul that you harbor
You’re meant to be a martyr
If the skin carry words I present to you its carver
Vile full of orphans
Label 'em with verses
Unearthing stillborn, luring angels from your churches
Murderous, cold blood bruh, call me cobra
Sicker than a uterus in Pompeii with no drugs
What
«The ghost who walks
She’s on the prowl
For the man she loved
He cut her down
It was--»