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Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
my-friends, they-all-dead, im-a-wait, call-ahead
Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
got a chain, at my side, get-the-scissors, holes for eyes
im haunted, but you know that aint stoppin me
anything short of an instant labotomy
in the laboratory is a lavatory go
im here, equipped and thatsa status quo
high praise for my prose thanks i suppose
but listen here, got me a ghost
dont mean to boast and no i aint hatin
but im stating he in cahoots with satan
making a mockery of those clean clockin me
obvious strife with the afterlife
immoulation spells pyrokinesis ignite
and hell. thats before the fight
burn marks round the neck, situated
and nestled in my noggin, calibrated
to whisper distress no it dunt impress
im cursed with the need to digress
Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
my-friends, they-all-dead, im-a-wait, call-ahead
Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
got a chain, at my side, get-the-scissors, holes for eyes
quite obscene, this aint halloween
invisible perv but cant touch his peen
ethereal, and to my chargrain
again again he chills in my brain
concucts concutions coercing concussion
the edge of sanity, its pushing me
over into a pit, nice abode
plenty of company and no its never cold
wait what why? Dont know who did
its so dry i like it humid
take vacations to places situated
on burial sites, immolated
to a state of elation, a celebration
escape this prison with an exorcism
priest goes pale, grey hair he scared
oh i guess my ghosts still there
Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
my-friends, they-all-dead, im-a-wait, call-ahead
Boo! Im-a-ghost, with-a-sheet, on my head
got a chain, at my side, get-the-scissors, holes for eyes
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