All these punk mothafuckas think they know They runnin their mouth like I won't kick in their door All these punk mothafuckas hitting my phone They think we boys but I never seen you at one of my shows
See I been fuckin up my life no joke Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke But I been lovin every day a little more When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only Ghoste
Made in the image of what they call Satan the blade is serrated and decapitating the brain of sedated and awaiting heads Never to let them think freely again Put em in an underwater grave Better pay your attention to what I am about to say Fuck what your friends say Fuck what the man say
I been licking venom off my gums Gettin' faded off the blood of my girl I cut her on the face, she told me \"more\" She got red on my grandma floor Bitch I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe Y'all were sleepin I dont want your damn clothes My chick gonna seduce your damn girl We tag teamin like we wrestle for the belt