ghost watchers - Righteousness Gone, Jus Allah

«The ghost who walks

She’s on the prowl--»

I take desperate measures for higher pleasure

Transform like Banner when I’m under high pressure

I’ll be the hidden agenda

The unknown treasure

The secret offender amongst transcenders

Claiming that you Queen of the now

Bipolar women be acting different

Quick to snap in an instant

But things ain’t the same now

Being persistent

Don’t get it twisted

Wind up another name on forensic files

The wave I’ve been paving

Breaking your safe

Violating your space worse than a home invasion

Start wars with advance education

Better find a better replacement, I’m beyond anxious

This ain’t rap, this is writing my soul to sell it to Satan

It don’t matter how many stories I tell

Cause I know demons is eventually gonna drag me to hell

Gonna drag me to hell yo

«The ghost who walks

She’s on the prowl

For the man she loved

He cut her down

It was--»

I kill indiscriminately, I don’t have a preference

Male or female, infancy to adolescence

I cut 'em up, put the parts in the reservoir

Or I stitch them back, put the arms where the legs are

The first time that I saw a coffin I laid in it

The first pool of blood that I made I bathed in it

Sorry I didn’t shave, but I’m a danger to myself

My razor isn’t allowed to have a blade in it

I’m on my way to hell

I ain’t religious

But I still celebrate Halloween, it’s like Satan’s Christmas

If I didn’t work then, and Friday the 13th

It’d be hard for guys like me, to stay in business

I was killed right after I killed my assassin

I was okay dying with that as my last action

But I was brought back

On a wish, from a monkey’s paw

That makes something that’s equally as bad happen

«The ghost who walks

She’s on the prowl

For the man she loved

He cut her down

It was--»

I’ll never rest 'til death, transcended with some severed flesh

Gettin' stressed, whatever, then I met her as

but clever with the cleaver and the Ginsu

Rip through eager rappers, stab her and the bitch through

I sip booze and smoke blunts, poke sluts and keep it moving

Evil doers choose to open up, they don’t believe I’m human

Do this for my, bendin' as I stand in hell

Random kids in cells, understand that I plan to dwell

My fans have felt a difference in my wicked raps

I kick their ass, past living rap

Hit the grass and I split the facts

Grippin' axe at last, carve a target departed

I’m hip to the task, got the heart of a Spartan

I’m a martyr or a Martian

With confidence galore

Grew over-prominence

As I pop a top of

I’m a rocka blocka more

At war with the spirit realm

Hear the bell toll, you a trolling, send a peering spell

«The ghost who walks

She’s on the prowl

For the man she loved

He cut her down

It was--»

When I drink ghost’s blood as you pass in denial

Trying to stay trapped in their pain you revitalize

Quick from your unwise choice to survive

Hide em in the white noise faint with the cries

Can’t hear a word yo, your agony is static

He’s an addict, of anatomy, this had to be the habit

The call wouldn’t trace, try to stall but he bailed

Bodies in the walls makin' love to the nails

Bleed 'em in the pails 'till his density is ail

Hollowed out a rapper every century in hell

The soul that you harbor

You’re meant to be a martyr

If the skin carry words I present to you its carver

Vile full of orphans

Label 'em with verses

Unearthing stillborn, luring angels from your churches

Murderous, cold blood bruh, call me cobra

Sicker than a uterus in Pompeii with no drugs

What

«The ghost who walks

She’s on the prowl

For the man she loved

He cut her down

It was--»