Ghost Lyrics - Singles - Prof

What am I to do when all I really see is garbage? 

They all narcissistic and harmless 

Delusionally carsick 

What I'm talking 'bout is all these rappers on the market 

Claiming they got skill I beg your motherfuckin' pardon? 

Make me wanna barge in some apartment and start arson 

(Awesome) 

Put a rapper body in a garden 

Am I a Martian, we on the same planet? 

I don't see anybody fuckin' with me god dammit 

Prof -- I been hot since Michael J. Fox could talk 

I'm a genius and use my cock a lot 

The last one who's underrated who yet hasn't made it anyway, mazel tov 

I'm better than a midday fuck 

Name a rapper man I think they suck 

I'm gonna buy an old big grey truck 

Watch, I'll drive around the country with my fists taped up, yup! 

Ya'll a puddle of piss 

Love it or not, at least I give a hundred percent 

Is it 'cuz I ain't covered in tattoos? 

Well sit back cupcake I got bad news 

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You can't look me in the face! 

Tell me you're satisified! 

Look me in the face! 

Are you satisfied? 

You can't look me in the face! 

Tell me you're satisfied! 

You can't look me in the face! 

Are you satisfied? 

When I listen to the radio it be like Comedy Central 

I wanna be gentle, but I gotta come and drop the bomb on these simples 

Who honestly sent you the vomit, they promised on it 

But it really gets sonically mental 

Imma be into placin' a big cannon at thee temple 

Bang on 'em a lot of em never was hot to me 

Shockingly popped awesomely profits be 

Toppin' the charts, even got a Hot Topic Tee 

Watch the G, *Pop* *Pop* Give a colostomy (Damn) 

I can't kill 'em when they wack 

But forreal the N9na's skill can kill 'em in a rap 

The feelin' is through the ceilin' when I'm wheelin' through the trap 

Dealin' music a million Tech the villian will adapt 

But alot of these motherfuckers are crap, crap 

I think we should put together an app for the rappers 

That don't have a rhythm bone in they' ass, a disaster 

But'll teach em to never thinkin' they' swagger's Alaska 

When they bizzuti, wanna give 'em this uzi 

Mi scusi, did you say the way I'm speakin' is bougie? 

That's where you lose me, how pathetic can you be? 

When sayin' these fools be better than me that's a doozy! 

Rap, everybody wanna try it 

But the Tecca Nina flow you can't deny it 

Laughin' at a lotta rappers I can't hide it 

But it ain't they' fault, it's the motherfuckers that buy it 

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I've been so close 

Come to think about it I'm a ghost 

Some people believe in bibles 

Some believe in somethin' that their eyes don't know 

So I'm about to tell you how the cycle go: 

(Okay!) 

I've been swimming uphill for a decade plus 

It's like the country walkin' over a billion barrels of oil 

They ain't even found me cause of the mud 

Find out Prof is a ghost that lives 

With a neck like that and a rope like this 

Flow like bricks 

So underrated that I held my dick 'til I broke my fist 

And these days, rappers'll show up and spit on a track 

Make me wanna throw up and shit on a track 

Put a lid on that 

Roll it up into a blunt, take a hit on that 

I'm so gifted it's like Santa's here 

I roll deep even got my grandma here 

So fly, oh my I need landing gear 

So bright, ya'll might, get your tanning here 

Gimme your can of beer 

You can tell a bandit near 

I'll come around in circles blacker than a panda's ear 

You follow Captain Planeteer 

I shine like a chandelier 

The only motherfuckin' man in here 

*Gasp*