Lyrics I Don't Really Need Those (Ghosts) - The Buttress

I Don't Really Need Those (Ghosts)

I’m a typhoon, you’re a seacrest
Caligula listening to seashells
Buttress make you wiggle, uh
I’m from hell, and I don’t really need bells or whistles
Buttress walk through the thistles
I’m makeshift -- stop fronting, you’re nothing
Exit the Matrix, dual-layers-of-self bitch
Go back to Malaysia, Asia, whatever -- the malarial area
I ain’t scared of ya', you’re tame you dumb bitch
Cause I done zapped a hundred spooks found in the deepest nooks & crannies
Ghosts of grannies and young ones
Buttress the fun one
I come to prod with my rod of justice
And make fists with spirits because
I don’t really need those ghosts