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On My Shaggy Shit

         “Here we go again traveling to another so-called haunted place
While I blow chronic smoke in my home dog’s face,
            “We have been dealing with this creepy shit for so long
Sometimes I think about turning my crew to ghost-am I wrong,
 
            “Little do they know I carry a gun I nicknamed the ‘Ghostmaker’
For those fools at the end who are spiritual fakers,
            “Because a long time ago my ass stopped all that running
I’m not trying to lose weight so a motherfucka started gunning,
 
            “Let Daphne and Fred Karen asses explore
But their mystery was solved of them always disappearing and sore,
            “Secretly caught Fred wide open in the bed
With Daphne jacking his dick as she pegged his ass until he bled,
 
            “Now I know the howling and hollering was hardly from ghost
I just start staying away from their freak ass-they are doing the most,
            “They see the change, but contribute it to me always being smoked out
But whenever they are gone it gives me more time to bust Velma out,  
 
            “Her nerdy ass has that wet-wet with the Megan the Stallion sex
As we rock the Mystery van like a motherfucka putting the shocks to the test,
            “Smart as a whip who can take some mega dick
Wanting that three-hole creampie action before she is ready to quit,
          
            “Time is money and money is time
And when I decide to solve a crime, I’m gonna commit a crime,
            “My attitude is like fuck it I know how to handle shit my way
Because I need Hennessey, smoke and Scooby snacks for my dog every day,
 
            “If Scooby don’t eat, he gets Pitbull mean and starts to bite
Straight cannibal on many motherfuckas who have died late into the night,
            “So, ghouls, vampires, phantoms and toilet paper wrapped mummies
You better be for real-undead or these hollow points will make you bloody,
 
            “Because my body count is not just state side but international
And my drug clouded mind is always ready to bring out the murderous animal,
            “Whenever I go there Velma and Daphne knows how to get me right
They pull down their panties and entertain me with a nasty squirt fight”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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