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 pitchfork, 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 up, 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                  
     
Published 12th Jun 2020 (SKC)