[Verse 1: Whipstick]
I've got this Airbnb where I'll tear you to sleep
In a chair unaware that you're gonna be the meat
In this sacrificial suicide, that awakens in the afterlife
Nobody has to worry whether or not if you're gonna die (Ha!)
I'm always here residing inside the mirrors
But if you recite the invocation, slowly I'll appear
Run in fear when your hair stands up like I'm behind ya
We're buried in the backyard, nobody's gonna find us
Back to the fact that you're sleepin' in my residence
I'ma take the time to spike your Sprite and lime with sedatives
You'll die tonight, repetitive, that's kinda why you'll never get
To save a life and find the light, it's shining bright, I bet it is
It's all been drippin' but the wallpaper fresh
Down the hall when you fall with the saw at your neck
Throw a knife right by you deciphering all the hieroglyphs
I might just light you on fire for the environment
So you better get to running from the settlement
Or I'ma bury you under the sediment for sentiment
Pick your phone up, hit the broads, so you're finna get
The same kind of action, I'm laughing like it's a hellish witch
I'll embellish with a lesson for my benefit
To lower you in the sewer, a shooter's never gonna miss
Every shot I've taken is surely not mistaken
The 40 Glock is floatin', I've broken off all the safeties
(Boo! Haha, I'm a ghost)
[Verse 2: Kyle Kombs]
Oh no, I'm scared, super spooky
The ghost inside my room, it's been whispering to me
Oh yeah, it's a movie
Starring me and your mama while she tries to seduce me
I'm in a trance, I've been dancing to the static on TVs
The record player empty, but it's bumpin' the Bee Gees
The presence of a spirit, you can hear if you listen
Then it broke all of the glass that was in my kitchen
I lost my keys the other day, I couldn't figure it out
Until one week later, and I'm shittin' 'em out
I swear the walls they be talkin', and they callin' me with offerings
To kill those that I love, I guess I'm off to see the doc again
It can't be, oh jeez, it's a poltergeist
I can't breathe, I peed in the bed at night
So cold I scream when I hold the mic
I'm holding on for life as the ghost tries to throw a knife
Uh, I dodge it like Neo
Then I watched a million maggots crawl out of my pee hole
This room that I booked lookin' kind of strange
I see those that come from beyond the grave
Oh yeah, and they're moving
I'm stuck in Pasadena wish the homies would swoop me
Oh no, I'm scared, super spooky
I'm packin' up my bags and dippin' out in my hooptie
[Verse 3: Mr 8 Legz]
For all you know, I relocated to Pasadena
Stalking Facebook dating trying to find a Latina
Who don't mind the cleanup after tonguin' a massive wiener
Allergic to peanuts and got no problem signin' prenups
Man, fucking forget it, I'll kick my feet up, take a breather
Start streaming Sabrina the Teenage Witch when I hear it
Sounds like a bitch in the mirror, it's probably Whip being a ghost again
Wait, I ain't heard from him in years, this is weird (Fuck)
Creep around the corners trying to find out where it's comin' from
Listen to the creaking in the walls, wish I could find a gun
I wanna run, but this is one on one, and I'll be damned
If I don't wanna cum on a ghost, I bet it's tons of fun, yo
Picture frames are rattlin', what the fuck is happenin'?
I'm rummaging my cabinets to find something to stab it with
(Goddamn it)
TV cut to static quick, must've been an accident
I know I can explain this away, of that I'm adamant
I'm battling anxiety, my wits are at an end
Constantly hearing hard knocking like a judge's gavel then
I realize it's the front porch, of all the noises that's the one source
So that's the one that I'ma run towards
Hammer in hand, I'm tearing up the boards
Identified my trauma like it was blunt force
Finally revealed beneath it, and yo, of fuckin' course
It was just a bunch of rats having sex on Ed's corpse
[Outro: Mr 8 Legz]
Yo, don't gaslight me with thinking you're alive
You dead-ass bitch
