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Konfidential - Ghost şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Konfidential

albüm: Exhale


They will say
That I've shed innocent blood
What's blood for, if not for shedding
Just cant take no pleasure in killing
Just some things you gotta do
I hear the whisper down the hallway
Give it what you got
Ya that's what they all say
Footsteps in a cellblock
Ghosts of my past
I'm just tryin' to make this hell stop
My veins cold as ice
As I'm floatin' like a poltergeist
I'm known to strike, holdin' mics
Givin' cheers like Obie Trice
I know I'm right, so you can take the left
So you can take the left
As it rips apart your flesh
No escapin' certain death
Perpetrator's at your steps
We know your next move
Let the dogs out the cage
Ya its time we let loose
Its true I'm just a hellhound
Checkin' my direction
All you see is that I'm hell bound
I don't know who to tell now
I'm good at keepin' secrets
You know I keep it clean
Like an addict stuck in treatment
So you can fuckin' beat it
Kid just disappear
Ghosts tellin' me their secrets
As they whisper in my ear
Medieval with the burner
Let the toast rush ya
Watch your soul leave your body
Like a cold Russia
Son I don't trust ya
Watch your nose rust up
Fuck with me
You'll need more then a ghost busta
I'm still gettin wavy like puta's
I only move in silence
I aint fuckin with those gratos
Still light these candles
For my peoples catchin' cratos
You know I'm pinchin' coco
Like its Diaz de Matos
As daylight shines and the night still clear
As the pale moonlight sheds a graceful tear
A piece of my heart is what they killed here
Talkin' to my dead homies
Like they still here
Fiends is pokin' needles
Spendin' their whole night up
In the same place you can
You can get your dose right up
Trippin' seeing silhouette's
Of your ghost light up
And may you rest in peace
Sincerely a ghost writer
I got skeletons they scratchin' in my closet
I got jealousy, wish death another artist
Don't try selling me some bullshit or regardless
Bite off the hand that feeds me
Think the chef is trying to starve us
When I spit some rip profound shit
They don't fuck with it
Like what you want from me
I put my blood and guts in it
And it don't really matter
If you like it and your stuck with it
Cause I aint going nowhere
Every hater suck my fuckin' dick
Enough the puppets fuckin' pissed
Im loyal as they fuckin' get
Pin me against my dog
See this Pitbull turn to Michael Vick
Psycho white, look into my eyes
You can die tonight
Type to pray to Baphomet
Bitch I aint afraid of death
Sold my soul, way in debt
Overkill, bayonet
Head is on a swivel
I don't know how many days are left
Cradling my baby
Say goodbye before I play my set
Devil got my number
Should be careful before I wage a bet
Welcome to the valley
And ya'll involved the reaper
A naturally born leader
Got the game in a sleeper
If you ain't live the life
Don't wanna hear it through your speaker
Ketchup on your car, lets see if you a bleeder
Spirit get you ghost
Should've listened to what your folks say
Now go ahead, I dare you
You're no threat, I burry you
Fuckin with the Van Isle
Ill show you where the ocean is
Its west coast
No hocus pocus, ya we ghostin' kids
Im in the streets, its got a spell on me
A violent mutha fucka, hell aint free
But apparently, the devil waved my fee
Mind of the demonic, psychotic and care free
Carefully plot the next step, expect the next move
Don't let them get you, few shots can get through
Fuck it I let loose, its gonna be no truce
Gather your troops, there's about to be a shoot out
You's ghost
Cant blame me, I'm going off the deep end
I aint the same man I was on the weekend
Don't remember, never happened
Knuckles bruised up, was I scrappin'
Talking to myself, tryin' to bite my ear
The spirits when I drink is what I fear
It feels like somebody's watchin'
Picturing me in a coffin
Anxious, walls closing in
I'm trying to knock it down like Berlin
Its scary in the streets, yes ya'll
Standing on your porch, prank call
They cut your powerline, brought a pal of mine
And all my personalities got alibi's
This aint personal just a wish list
Look at you, shook like kids gifts on Christmas
You wanna know what happens
To an eyeball when it gets punctured
You got any idea how
Much blood jets out of a guys neck
When his throats been slit

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