I Don't Really Need Those (Ghosts) - The Buttress

I’m a typhoon, you’re a seacrest

Caligula listening to seashells

Buttress make you wiggle, uh

I’m from hell, and I don’t really need bells or whistles

Buttress walk through the thistles

I’m makeshift -- stop fronting, you’re nothing

Exit the Matrix, dual-layers-of-self bitch

Go back to Malaysia, Asia, whatever -- the malarial area

I ain’t scared of ya', you’re tame you dumb bitch

Cause I done zapped a hundred spooks found in the deepest nooks & crannies

Ghosts of grannies and young ones

Buttress the fun one

I come to prod with my rod of justice

And make fists with spirits because

I don’t really need those ghosts