Shouts to THIAGO for spitting on this w/ me. Go check his stuff out, it's all seeyuck: soundcloud.com/teeawgo
Produced by Sin7ven
Mixed & mastered by Disjointed
lyrics
[Sin7ven]
Spot me freezing in a hot shower
Drying in the breeze on the top of a misty clock tower
Please, what you call it, could you do me a solid
And be ghost, incorporeal, see humans are toxic
At least most, I wave off the coming of the greymarch
My closet is like 1 body off from being a graveyard
Killing time like I target Chronos, oh no
Departed soul flow, rapping in the dark, I’m poe’s crow
So, at the door
Slamming tore off the copper knocker, off his rocker, rocket powered mandalore
Popping off and naw, never Macklemore or pop at all
The matador, greenhorns had to call it off and walk
Or, rather limp away, the cinder making wizard ate
Calcifer I’m spitting flame, incinerate your living space
Despite your no’s I'm brewing potions
That induce necrosis, hoe, oh, those objections have been duly noted though
Lo behold the ghost enclosed in glowing in dark rooms
Along with the monitor when I overdose on cartoons
Morose, the roving bard croons
Ghost hoes throwing sloven roses from their dark tombs
Catch em in between my index finger and the middle one
Relaxing in the evening, evil lingers on my fricking tongue
Drinking rum, I mean, drinking pirate ghost rum
I’ll show you how a flows done and throw you off the boat son
Splash, your heads as empty as it’s rotund
The sniper, pied piper leading emcees with a blowgun
Don’t run, hold, come and dance with my it’s swanky
Beats dropping like the rotten panties of a banshee
Beatboxing on a coffin eyeing up a vamp queen
That’s the blood talking, I don’t have a chance in damn, mean
Nightosphere, I might go near, mind don’t clear I can’t speak
Rhymes so weird inside your ear, you kinda hear the gangrene