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[Verse 1]
Y'all digging up my grave plot in that grotto where I'm rotting cuz you wanna see me haunt em
God dammit lemme out, a reaper in a bottle...nice mufuckin model, hermano
Need a bioexorcist, bitch? I'm the best, I've been dead, but get this, I'm the shit
Juno don't want me gone from this prison that I'm in but get the rhythm ripping and the dead'll listen
Ya gotta get me outta this scene...1, 2, then I can bounce on 3
Evil lounges deep in these streets, speak and the demons' sound'll release me
Please...let me put it very simple, I get rid of the living like pushing puss outta pimples
I'm with you...my mischief fits a fistful of middle fingers flipped fully intended to insult
See I'm tryna write a rhyme to vibe with, but Thicke picked my style grinding Miley Cyrus
If I never died, I'd find em and I'd get violent, never let em live a lie like their mind's this stylish
And professional,so you'll never know a better ghost, am I theoretically heaven sent or a devil's dose?
Bet you'll never know, bless a kinetic flow, guests gonna say it 3 times, it's inevitable
Bask in my disdain, and I got that passionate display
Got that ghastly ghostly face, and I know I'm an ass hole, I'm a snake
Noxious gas provides that flame every time I craft a rhyme and rage
Raucous, crass, and I'm grimy, dangerous, I'm a mastermind from the grave, say it
[Chorus]
Say my name, say my name
Say my name, I'm a hitless rapper straight to the grave, sing
If you are recently deceased, here's your handbook
It's the handbook, the God damn handbook
[Verse 2]
Yo, I got a tortured soul, I know this story's old
But the more it's told, then the more I grow
And the more I grow, then the more I'm potent
And the more I'm potent, the better the infectious venom is in the song
WHOA...so come on under with the shovel, show me that you've got the guts for this trouble
And I'll blow, I know I can muster up double what you wanted, but you uttered it, calling me triple, come on
So fuck off, you know I got hellish shit, a beer bellied hellion is better than a skeleton
Lemme get the helter, meld it with the skelter, and then develop a fellowship bellowing rebellion
Dig it up, anybody sickened by a lyric, go on spit it up
Give it up, you can never beat Beelzebub, Keaton's that demon, a beetle-man, keep it real and rough
Oh people, you feeling tough? See me test strength through the ceiling and up
Keep believing I'm a freak show fuck, keep a buck, I'm released and I'm feeling pumped
No keeping it low key, I'm a demon Loki
Know me? I'm a manic man of mischief, and I'm feeling so free
After hearing those people speaking their speech and repeating those three
Villainous syllables that are so me, I'm the ghost with the most so go and scream
[Verse 3]
Yo this is showtime, yeah this is go time
Oh this is flow time, croak and dig a hole time
Opening the coal mine, to fuel inhuman dope rhymes
And I'm so right, that I'm gon' die
As long as I vocalize I know that I've got no life
And though my throats dry, I know I s'posed to try
To show my emotions are potent, I've known this whole time
Spoken notes, they lied to me, I'm focused flowing and so alive
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