Ghost

Is she telling me, I have to pay more to get her dude’s business          
Hang on sexy, stand down, it’s too many witnesses            
And? Gee, hold my shades, let me correct this twisted babe            
            
You better take off those fake ass glasses and recognize            
I’m coming at you with a Glock and then I’ll fuck you with my Colt Forty-Five            
Stepping out the sand box like you the real shit            
You fucking weave wearing  bitch            
I will fuck you up and then paper razor your clit            
Don’t nothing move down here until I sign off on the shit            
Hiding out on the playground making plans with your fake ass spooks and spells            
You must not got the memo, my name has already been carved on the walls of Hell            
Gave Lucifer his pitch fork, his horn and the furnace to turn some shit up            
For the whores and for the sex starved sluts            
             
No concubines, he worships other than the scent of my sultry desires            
Got his ass all hot in my web of my sultry fire            
You better bring the Cauldron, a Boker, and a High Priestess, to sacrifice this sexy and slick diamond dipped weasel            
This is the real shit here, don’t test me, got your mental DNA, to barbecue your ass, pin dolls, and then put your eyes out with some Haitian voodoo pin needles            
Get down on your knees and I dare you to lift your head            
I am the Queen... did I stutter, you heard what the fuck I just said            
Then watch me demand Gee to fuck you in my bed            
             
Say what my Queen            
Shut the fuck up…and go along with the program, you know what the fuck I mean            
You wanna be down then you sign up for my ride or die bitch, you can even be my sexy little pet          
In my bed, making me climax your tongue keeping me wet            
Now you better come correct            
Or fuck the kneeling to me I will just break your motherfuckin neck            
             
So you got your hired guns patrolling all around, trying to bring me and my boys down            
Tsk..tsk…tsk  you must think you were dealing with a weak ass Boo            
Yes, I'm talking to you and your weak ass titty crew              
Do you know what I do with twisted cunts like you            
Fuck you, watch you get gang trained, then spit your ass out like yesterday’s food            
Professing you sleeping with a Drug Cartel, that limp dick, left you behind to get straight dealt            
I had his ass screaming in New York last week, I’m his best weapon kept            
Haitian flow, ancient Bohemian soul, you’re just a diluted trick with soft lips, my tongue has not met, yet            
             
Watching you sell your soul for hits, licks, and transactions done in the dark            
Then ride my astral plane, I’ll take you one step deeper to a world where souls gnaw for pleasure without lighting a spark            
Close your eyes…… yeah you feel that              
Sacrificed by blood, hidden behind the sweetness of a sexy kittycat            
The Nun Runner in person, and save the cursing              
Now open your mouth wider, yeah taste my AR-15 tip, you flinch, I'll I take your ass out just like that, and never look back            
             
I can always spot a fake ass cunt when she sings that wanna be gangsta song            
Then running home like a little bitch asking her mommy can she tag alone            
Naw my sista, wrong address, wrong tone            
You step in my arena, I circle you, slit your throat from behind, then spit on your grave, bitch be gone            
I hate pretenders, they snitch when shit really hits the fan            
Downtown with the boys in blue, oh you a bitch now, yet, trying to floss with a gun like you the man            
You fake ass bitch, Gee, no she didn't just ask who the fuck am I              
Someone if you meet in the dark, telling you to say your prayers, then bye bye            
             
Kiss dirt, hoe            
Your man ought to told you, you cannot match this Queen’s lucrative flow              
When it comes to moving money, dope, or requested skins in a semi- truck to and fro            
Got me down here in this hot ass heat, and you sitting on my package, hiding my stolen nose candy, refusing my cash            
Gee, slice this bitch open and confiscate my stash from off her dead ass            
And leave my calling card behind…yeah let these country talking fucks know it’s me            
Yes, carve my name in both palms, and hurry the fuck up, so we can flee            
             
Let’s Ghost ride this place            
I told you coming to Atlanta was not a good idea while invading these fucks’ space            
These southern dicks be down with the cause and strapped            
What you want me to do with this bitch, she dead for sho, after I pulled back her cap            
Acid her ass… but not her hands              
These dicks do not understand, you waste my time, then respect I will demand              
Hum…what man sends his bitch to do his bidding            
A crazy fuck Gee, who the next time we show no respect we when we hit em            
Let’s get the fuck out here, I told you I’m wanted down in these parts            
I have to tell you sexy, I got your back, but for a bitch, you got heart            
Save that brotherly love once I am back on the plane            
Let’s go, it looks like we already brought the pain