[Intro: Casey Kasem]
Zoinks! It's that goony ghost (Bully)
[Chorus]
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
I been off the deep end since I was semen
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Makin' more moves than U-Haul from state to state
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
[Verse 1: Beedie]
I need that dough, son (Dough, son), that's what we grindin' for
GF-01s, I'm fly of course, John Geiger shorts (You know it)
You bought your diamonds on sale at the Zales outlet
Heard they saw you at the club with a Chippendales outfit (Aha)
You couldn't ball out, you needed that to bail out with
Dropped out of school 'cause I was finna fail out, shit (Oh lord)
I was busy gettin' busy with the pizzies (Come on)
Had the money on my mind (Mind), felt them teachers tryna gyp me (Tryna gyp me)
This shit is iffy, I switch it up in a jiffy (In a jiffy)
You couldn't play me since Super Nintendo Griffey (Ken Griffey)
Blue face hunnids, we call it gorgonzola (That's cheese)
As we grow older I'm more wiser, y'all tumble over
From my point of view I'm fatherin' these rappers, call it Maury Povich
The results is in and we ain't respectin' none of them stories you told (Uh-uh)
Ink for my pen pour from my soul
Chew up any path I father, what's a fork in the road? Ayo
[Chorus]
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
I been off the deep end since I was semen
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Makin' more moves than U-Haul from state to state
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
[Verse 2: Beedie & Bill Waves]
Ayy, look
Multi bullseyes, see through a pro's eyes
They told lies, received roses, derised the soul dry
Still I ain't worried 'bout you bozos' lives (Come on)
I carved my own path to follow, man, you know those vibes (You know it)
I thought that you were pro with prose, so why you stole those lives? (Why?)
We shaped by the corner, that's why I'm on the edge all the time
You see in my eyes I'm on fire, I'm gettin' bread all the time
I been dreamin' about the sky since a kid but I never could fly
And every verse I write is better each time
You better realize it's never a problem
Bitch, I don't even fear God
Too many people tryna be somethin' they're not and don't have the knowledge
Not cut from the same cloth, you really just need to stop it
Used to keep a grip of LRG tees in the closet (Uh-huh)
I could only rock 'em once, then they'd get fucked up when you wash it (It's true, though)
We talkin' big deposits, I don't do installments
Do us all a favor and salute us, they ain't made no truer sergeants
Yeah, broke the margins, rose through darkness
Ever since Linden and Thomas, lost it all and came through it dark-hearted
Made a promise, I'm not playin' any more fuckin' games with profit
For thinkin' out of the box, I'm the farthest reach, you should applaud us
[Chorus]
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
I been off the deep end since I was semen
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Understand, get it
Ghost bully, ghost bully
Makin' more moves than U-Haul from state to state
I eat the whole pie, and leave nothin' but the crust
[Verse 3: Bill Waves]
Aight, check it out
Yeah, I gave it all for this shit, here to tell you a story
I should've been gone, a walkin' dead man in a Pirates jersey
Shinin' like it was gold, with yellow-blond hair, floatin' through the forest
So the Yellow Ghost is what they call me
I'm on your street, it's haunted
An early mornin' and I'm feelin' ornery
You're gonna feel the pain inside me and I'm not even sorry
Ever since the P.O. took me, my girl left me
And the C.O. told me I'd never be shit, wish I had it recorded
That's when all these dark thoughts were forced in
And they might force me to pick a victim out of a picture perfect home
And leave the body in a fucking quarry
I don't miss my family growin' up, when the police were called
And I just went up to my room and listened to what DMX told me
Your childhood was more like Boy Meets World
I'm from The Children of the Corn, it's a different story
Never had shit I wanted, so I need the money
Don't believe me? You'll be sorry
[Outro: Brian Brick]
Ha-ha!
And they always said I was off the deep end
But sometimes you just got to know how to float
The left field kid, rollin' with the punches every day
I know that
Timebomb, Brick Jagger
Ghost Bully
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