killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee
wont stop until you ghost to 'em But real kings don't die They become martyrs, let's toast to 'em King Arthur, put a robe to him Like James Brown know
safeguard your heart Icky messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James I will - write your outro, ghost write
up in the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry rack Walk
they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost
they never found my killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost
Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Burst, better run, better run for your life! Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo) Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini
for choosing such a crap career. And the hero goes back into the mountains He was an exorcist But he was exhausted. [ M.R. James was a 19th Century ghost
Went a`walking in the sunshine About a thousand Brumby ghosts Hunters bushmen bandits And fence wire on the posts Felt that ebony skin And felt the whole
killer So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee
bed with grandma, beneath the La-Z-Boy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells at Paul's Pastry Rack Walk
You didn't think he was gon' come out the coffin Surprised ya! Cause he caught the Holy Ghost He caught the Holy Ghost I'ma tell ya guess who's the
got the goldeneye, I got the? Golden gun I'm on the jet-skis no I'm not James Bond Split a nigga wig make him think that he James Bond If I ain't James