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rob regis - ghostface lyrics

ghost, ghost
i been, ghost, ghost
i been, ghost, ghost
i, have, been, ghost-face

[verse 1]
now who would’ve told ya, that i would’ve ruined ya rover
if you put me in your system, i hit like two in the shoulder
get left with buddha, jehovah, allah had knew it was over
threw in a toaster, on the amount that flew from his holster
the haitian grim reaper, i’m raping the phlegm eager
my stake’s to pen ether, i’m taking the gems, see ya
the psycho that you’re visiting, can cypher like an idiot
stupid with the bars, can you imagine what the city is?
piggies warm sirens, let’s get a moment of silence
shoot first to ask last, they been molding the tyrants
so what the h-ll you represent? with nickel-plated evidence
swords swing with elegance, ’til blood if off your skeleton
corny with the wild look, i’m crawling off a crucifix
flashing my blackberry, rhymes roll out like ludacris
point to where your medula is. . . now you stoned like medusa lives

[chant]
i been, ghost, ghost
i been, ghost, ghost
i been, ghost, ghost
i have been, ghost-face

[verse 2]
‘-n-log nostalgia’ was bound to get ’em listening
rewound to your christening, with the fountain that i’m p-ssing in
back to give ’em credit, but i slap ’em with a debit
i’m laughing then forget it, that’s rash to think i’d sweat it
rick knows that we militant, plus i’m really diligent
of course ya’ll are -ssh0l-s, it seems like ya’ll could give a sh-t
pendulum is swinging, and telling me that time slips
so i’m trying to seize it, like a carney with the ride switch
giving you the syphilis, sick sinister sentences
mixing h-lla instruments, which minister finished this?
regis’ images, are speaking out divinity
reach and found the inner me, who’s wilding on a sinner spree
half man, half immortal, i guess i’m like a demigod
but my apathy, can’t respect, any of these plenty frauds
left ’em at the denny’s scarred, looking like an empty car
sipping on this remy hard, spitting out these heavy bars
the flow’s been stupendous, with gold on the lenses
hold up the sentence, i’m focused on vengeance
with the brain of god, i know that i’m perfect
rid the lames of odds and shoulder the verses
peddling sixteens like i meddle to sick fiends
my weapon is spit clean and wreck with a sick team

zilla

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