[Intro]
Imagine if you will
Being haunted by the souls
Of every instrumental you've ever k**ed
This is the tale
Of the Haunted….Booth
[Verse 1]
Mind if I tell a story quick
Let's explore the depth of a horror flick
But it's only compatible for a BIC
Pen. My music is more addict-
-In…Than any drug Per-script-shun
And any one: her, him, them
Can bare witness to a gifted curse
Get a chill when I spit this verse
I been k**in' beats, lyrically deadly
Comes with the job title when you're an MC
So I don't get me anymore: I'm used to it
Some Spooky, voodoo sh**
Who knew I'd get such a horrible burden
I see my beats and all of ‘em burnin'
There's no escape, no lockin' my doors
What are these k**ed beats hauntin' me for?!
[HOOK]
I'm haunted by the souls of beats that I have k**ed
The mic is my sword and my sk**s can be my shield
So if you really wanna step into my world
Then you gon' need a guide for this tour…of the Haunted booth
[Verse 2]
Show me a beat: I'll dead it. I'm headed
To a place in my mind so dreaded; Unpleasant
Run with it to avoid runnin' from it
Started one day, sharp pain in my stomach
Comin' home late, not a soul awake
I was paranoid…maybe give the bowl a break
But I swore that what I heard was my beat
Murdered and crying lurkin' behind me
Put yourself in my seat: what can you say to
…a beat that you k**ed, ”Go away, shoo”?
Don't waste ya breath, you'll be needin' that sh** when
The beat got you in fetal position
Not me, I was co*ky and said
“Back for more?!” slammed the door on his head
But right before I locked it, I heard ba** knockin'
And ever since then my booth been Haunted
[Hook]
[Outro]
They…..say that your Words are Weapons
Mine…have always k**ed My Creations
I….wish that for Just one Second
I didn't have to Fear for My Life
In the Haunted booth