Cyanide and Silicone - Casper lyrics

[Intro] Hey, it's me if you didn't know Uh, I kind of uh... I kind of blew up your oil rig.. Nah, I'm just f**ing with you You should come out, and stop being a b**h Bye [Verse 1: Sideshow The King] Who wants to be Sideshow's side hoe? Chilling at the grotto, never won the lotto I done went from Jim Crow all the way to John Doe Now they watch me tip toe all the way from Glasgow But where did I go? And where is his flow? One second he's near, and I'm here and I'm there And I'm up and I'm down But I'm never around, and I'm not making sounds I'm just constantly ducking these hunnies While snorting dust bunnies They claiming I'm funny, but I won't give you a ride? Now why would that be? And what is the reason ignoring for weeks I'm snoring between sheets Not touring for weeks so that isn't the case I've gone ghost homie, blonde girls blow me I'm buzzing like a bee with a silencer I could not be any quieter I'm the king of the west, call me Wyatt Earp I'm that slim motherf**er with a diet slurp You got me wrapped in these laces, untie it sir I've been ducking my phone, please do not disturb 'Cause I'm on slick hick, smoking candle wicks And I'm Harry Houdini's last magic trick One thick prick with your b**h on my broomstick Tough like a red brick, retarded like a head kick [Hook] Please deny the fact that you f**ing know me I've been dipping on my peers Swerving hoes just like a Grand Prix From the inner most, scribbled on a post-it note I'm going ghost homie, I've been going ghost homie [Interlude] Oxycontin, some Lortabs Crush it up [Verse 2: Bandit k**a] Don't call, don't text, don't f** with us Catch us sitting at the back of the bus My flow is tight, my rhymes are right Can't find us 'cause we're catching flights Get it right, we're the bump in the night Not socially intact, but we love to fight b**h I'm Casper, not the fastest rapper I'm a slacker, but not a fudge packer I've been going ghost The freak show host with the most Don't mean to brag, but I like to boast I stay low, coast to coast I don't listen to your music I'd rather not be known as a f*ggot, hoe Cyanide and Silicone here we go Have fun tryna catch us for a photo You never know when we'll pop on your scene We're staying ghost until we face the machine Fa-face the machine You never know when we'll face the machine You never know when we'll pop on your scene We're staying ghost until we face the machine Fa-face the machine, fa-face the machine [Hook] Please deny the fact that you f**ing know me I've been dipping on my peers Swerving hoes just like a Grand Prix From the inner most, scribbled on a post-it note I'm going ghost homie, I've been going ghost homie