Ghost Lyrics - The Casket Factory - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

I'm the big dog, all you puppies stop barking 

Bow down when the homie come around 

The underground wicked, support this shit 

When you bump this shit out the truck, punk bitch 

Get it jumping like I hit the switch, or the Bourbon 

Bouncing and swerving, on the black top serving 

Riding on them bitches like I'm thrashing on a board 

Or hopping on some X-Games, watch me as I soar 

Bitches can't ignore when I'm banging on the ave 

With that wicked shit bumping, I'mma rep it till my last 

I'm the present, I'm the past, thirsty bitches make me laugh 

Always searching for their relevance, looking like an ass 

So I stay celibate to bullshit, trust no bitch 

Don't fuck with them suckas, them whack motherfuckers 

Keep your lips smacking, mouth running for weeks 

Bullets do the talking when the dead man speaks, motherfucker 

(You can't save me, I'm a- ) 

I'm the living dead pounding out the stereo 

Rip the speakers in half, turn it up, here we go 

I brought the cemetery with me on the track 

And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies in the back 

Human skeletons, come on, nod your cords 

Zombies, vampires, killers and all of y'all 

Motherfucker kick rocks, I'll divide you in your sock 

Shoes dangle from the wire in the middle of the block 

Your blood pours from wounds, bullets had to penetrate 

Perforate the skin as they center bones with dance 

Street safe silent no snitching 

Keep it hungry or you could be the next one missing 

Power Man like Luke Cage, with the chains in the case 

Not a hero for hire but I'm making the front page 

I'm center stage, doing what I love 

Music is my drug, hitting harder than Terrell Suggs 

Bump this right here till it's rattling your rearview 

Pardon on the block, give a fuck, a bottle hits you 

Dead man in a dead beef since this week 

Taking over motherfucking streets, get geeked 

Get down, get laid, get bread, get head 

Anyway you want it, get it bitch, get it till you're dead 

(You can't save me, I'm a- ) 

I'm the living dead pounding out the stereo 

Rip the speakers in half, turn it up, here we go 

I brought the cemetery with me on the track 

And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies in the back 

Human skeletons, come on, nod your cords 

Zombies, vampires, killers and all of y'all 

I keep a small circle 

Got a lot of acquaintances, I'm universal 

This is a business so don't take it personal 

Invisible, I'm an outer space alien in pencil 

Vein you draining your blood for real 

Tell the officer watching me we just filming a commercial 

Dead girls, they don't say no 

Best friends are phlebotomus 

I'm at the rock bottomless 

Mimosas the colleges, psychologists analyze 

How to get that Molly in a poly metabolically, Alli 

Over your head, peon 

Hoping the bed we on 

Leaving you glowing neon 

You can't fuck with the flow that we on 

I would offer you Menaka 

It's for all that shit that you talking 

I'm a nightmare when I'm walking, bitter really killing me 

You can looking into my soul as I'm stalking 

Decapicate all of you hoes in a coffin 

I soften them first, chop 'em up then hop in the hearse 

Shit could be worse 

Come on down, we the living dead 

Basket case, now let's get in your head 

I'm a ghost 

(You can't save me, I'm a- ) 

I'm the living dead pounding out the stereo 

Rip the speakers in half, turn it up, here we go 

I brought the cemetery with me on the track 

And I'm cruising down the strip with dead bodies in the back 

Human skeletons, come on, nod your cords 

Zombies, vampires, killers and all of y'all