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drop (freestyle) - ghosty gunz lyrics

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cl-ssmates treated me like i was just a piece of sh-t
all i got to say to them is “y’all can eat a f-ckin’ d-ck”
daydreamin’ goin’ back, empty a banana clip
imitate those eric harris and dylan klebold kids

but f-ck it, honestly i don’t even care no more
that i was rejected by all them little spoiled cake-faced wh0r-s
now they want me cause there’s hundreds in my pocket
b-tch shut your mouth cause i’m ready to glock it

they call me ghost and they say that i’m blackened white
because my skin is light but i murder on the mic
grab this kid with my left and blade him with my right
watch him drop to the floor, i’m laughin’ with delight

i’m flossin’ gold and ice, my snapback is my crown
junior hustlin’ turf days in chinatown
son you mad? i got your girlfriend on my arm
sport this fine b-tch like she’s a lucky charm

oblivious she’s next in line for some ghosty harm
she’s safer wanderin’ over to robert pickton’s farm
my thoughts are dark and twisted, better call the pigs
run up on me and prepare to get smoked out like cigs

can’t decide on a gat or the axe in my shed
either way i’m p-ss drunk and aiming for this f-cker’s head
standin’ over him, my white tee splattered red
i dropped this motherf-cker and i’m smilin’ cause he’s dead

i’m smilin’ cause he’s dead, like carrie painted red
i dropped these motherf-ckers and i’m laughin’ cause they’re dead

- ghosty gunz lyrics

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