[Intro] Liveson The ghost [Verse 1] All the weed smoke bustin my lungs Im in the whip, with the 8dollar bottle only trustin my gun You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil Put ya brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil Flow til your sick of me, what up? So if yyour Catholic get ya Rosary, Muslims get your thicker beads Yeah thats a real thug I like to pray when Im high, the weed is my shek, the blunt is my prayer rug P aint got a religion Yeah I believe in God, but Im harder than the cops in the prison And Im glad that the L.O.X. made it Im in the parkin lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated You would be surprised all the drugs that I operated come through your block We got beef, you cooperatin Ghost cuz Im outta this world And I dont play, I blow the large intestine right outta your girl, what [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? [Verse 2] If Ghost got telepathy, the shine in the dark side Disappear in the light, yall want the recipe You think Im sleepin, dawg, this is Styles If Im lookin in the sky, Im tryin to find a cloud to creep in Come back when it rain again, you could get my drift on Understand my science then Ima spit the pain again You cant sing with the angels, you chat wit a demon Im as loud as the gat that Im squeezin, adapt for the heathens Told you Im the lord of the slums Flow is water, words is fire, I order the guns It aint nothing like the comin of Christ You wanna roll and Ima leave a hole you aint numbin with ice Yeah Im a soldier dog Fuck around with Styles, you aint never get a colder war, guaranteed Im foldin yall Yeah Ima tell you my name, you wouldnt understand Its too deep so I tell you my game, what [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? [Verse 3] I wanna kill the world and bouncin is my remedy Pll go to war but I aint got a ounce of energy Die for my ace goons, live for the younger me You could look in my eyes and see where the hunger be Blood, sweat, and tears been dropped, dip your bowl in it But what make this shit bad, I put my soul in it Fuck you, fuck them Yall aint got honor, respect the customs Niggas dont want me to flip, but I dont stand still Been made my decision, how I was livin A couple of years ago when I learned how a few grand feel Its my time to grind, my turn to burn So Im askin where the matches at, and if you cant answer that Then answer this, where the fuck you want P to put the casket at? What, mothafuckers [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What? Kill that faggot What?
faggot, kill, yeah, ghost, 8dollar