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tenn buick - ghost stories lyrics

[verse 1]

you wanna hear a story got you jumpin’ out your skin, look
night was dark and stormy like a f-ckin’ steven king book
tell the thrill seekers it’s the crypt keeper
i’m somethin’ like your friendly neighborhood grim reaper
i’m the boogeyman, yeah i gotta do what’s necessary
i was up last night diggin’ graves in the cemetery
hearin’ screams and shrieks from the woken souls
palms red, like i just had my fortune told
there was more gore than a wes craven flick
now you see that n-gg- nevermore like the raven, sh-t
another n-gg- run his lip, i got a grave to dig
every time i smell blood, i be f-ckin’ cravin’ it
lemme tell y’all motherf-ckers what my business is
got a real bl–dy way to resolve my differences
if a n-gg- prey on innocence or take what isn’t is
i make him disappear with no motherf-ckin’ witnesses

[hook}

i could liven up your night if that sh-t is gettin’ borin’
sit around the campfire tellin’ ghost stories
got a lot to say, i’m the devil to the core, see
sit around the campfire tellin’ ghost stories
better heed the warning, you better not ignore me
sit around the campfire tellin’ ghost stories
i hope y’all ain’t squemish, this sh-t is f-ckin’ gory
sit around the campfire tellin’ ghost stories

[verse 2]

see a n-gg- disrespect me, that’s how it starts off
then i go from jekyll to hyde like boris karloff
but this ain’t the one with abbott & costello
’cause it ain’t a joke, the scythe’ll make a gangsta turn yellow
see the cops caught up with this b-tch n-gg- and he flipped
now he part of my collection of tales from the f-ckin’ crypt
i come out to reap souls at the witchin’ hour
lights out, knives out, all these b-tches cower
if the cops get curious the bodies change tombs
ain’t no hidin’ from the grim reaper when your fate looms
don’t ever think the grave is full, i always make room
you see, i become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
so you better cut out on the double ‘fore the toil and trouble
you don’t wanna see the ghoul with a chainsaw and a shovel
you know i gotta hustle, i got no room to fail
good thing about dead men, they tell no tales

[hook]

[verse 3]

that’s the requiem bell, you hear the knell, son?
i be on my dracula sh-t, i bid you welcome
to my house of horrors, hockey mask and a fedora
i be runnin’ through your f-ckin’ nightmares, feel the aura
of death around your throat, n-gg-
i brought a couple of real sharp blades
and i’m goin’ for your jugular
wanna stop me? you’ll need a silver bullet
and a salt-covered trigger and a f-ckin’ priest to pull it
but it still wouldn’t save you, i’ll take your arm bone
dip it in your blood and write “p-ssy” on your tombstone
i’ll put a hammer through your skull boy
you see, all work and no play makes tenn a dull boy
so i carve a n-gg- up like a pumpkin
tell his -ss a story while his body’s gettin’ dumped in
and don’t forget, when the storytellin’s done
i’m the shadow on the f-ckin’ moon like i chill with skellington

[hook]

[outro]

yeah…
it’s tenn buick
your friendly neighborhood grim reaper

- tenn buick lyrics

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