Critical Distance - I Don't Really Need Those (Ghosts) lyrics

I'm a typhoon, you're a seacrest Caligula listening to seashells bu*tress make you wiggle, uh I'm from hell, and I don't really need bells or whistles bu*tress walk through the thistles I'm makeshift -- stop fronting, you're nothing Exit the Matrix, dual-layers-of-self b**h Go back to Malaysia, Asia, whatever -- the malarial area I ain't scared of ya', you're tame you dumb b**h 'Cause I done zapped a hundred spooks found in the deepest nooks & crannies Ghosts of grannies and young ones bu*tress the fun one I come to prod with my rod of justice And make fists with spirits because I don't really need those ghosts