AF $upreme - GHOSTFACE lyrics

Ghost, Ghost I been, Ghost, Ghost I been, Ghost, Ghost I, have, been, GHOST-FACE [Verse 1] Now who would've told ya, that I would've ruined ya Rover If you put me in your system, I hit like two in the shoulder Get left with Buddha, Jehovah, Allah had knew it was over Threw in a toaster, on the amount that flew from his holster The Haitian grim reaper, I'm raping the phlegm eager My stake's to pen ether, I'm taking the gems, see ya The psycho that you're visiting, can cypher like an idiot Stupid with the bars, can you imagine what the city is? Piggies warm sirens, let's get a moment of silence Shoot first to ask last, they been molding the tyrants So what the hell you represent? With nickel-plated evidence Swords swing with elegance, 'til blood if off your skeleton Corny with the wild look, I'm crawling off a crucifix Flashing my blackberry, rhymes roll out like Ludacris Point to where your medula is. . . now you stoned like Medusa lives [CHANT] I been, Ghost, Ghost I been, Ghost, Ghost I been, Ghost, Ghost I have been, GHOST-FACE [Verse 2] 'an*log Nostalgia' was bound to get 'em listening Rewound to your christening, with the fountain that I'm pissing in Back to give 'em credit, but I slap 'em with a debit I'm laughing then forget it, that's rash to think I'd sweat it Rick knows that we militant, plus I'm really diligent Of course ya'll are a**holes, it seems like ya'll could give a sh** Pendulum is swinging, and telling me that time slips So I'm trying to seize it, like a carney with the ride switch Giving you the syphilis, sick sinister sentences Mixing hella instruments, which minister finished this? Regis' images, are speaking out divinity Reach and found the inner me, who's wilding on a sinner spree Half man, Half Immortal, I guess I'm like a Demigod But my Apathy, can't respect, ANY of these plenty frauds Left 'em at the Denny's scarred, looking like an empty car Sipping on this remy hard, spitting out these heavy bars The flow's been stupendous, with gold on the lenses Hold up the sentence, I'm focused on vengeance With the brain of God, I know that I'm perfect Rid the lames of odds and shoulder the verses Peddling sixteens like I meddle to sick fiends My weapon is spit clean and WRECK with a sick team ZILLA