text: Falco here
  Return of the Hash-Slinging Slasher 
  Couldnt be, wouldnt be, slits in my wrist for you bastards, shameful 
  Blades to his hand for reactions, Catholics 
  Licks Ima serve, fuck compassion, raped her
  Laced with vaxes, blacks to be casted 
  Rats in the hood always ask for a capture 
  Facebook caption, blast to the magic
  Tell a fuck nigga that I hate him with a passion
  Ghosts, Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts in the shell 
  Ghosts, Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts in the shell
  Got drugs, mothafucka, laugh like Chris Tucker
  All these hatin ass suckas, never loved by their mothers
  Nine lives and you pussy
  My main bitch married, my side ho loose
  Stupid ass niggas think that they shook me
  But I got the MAC and Im bigger than they could be
  Stackin my bread like loafs
  She listen to me and that bitch soak
  Flexin, stuntin, bitch I gloat
  Off that cake and bitch I float
  You sensitive fuck, get the fuck out my face
  Im makin these moves and I come in first place
  Im stackin my cash, I got my own place
  Play with me, straight bust to the face 
  Ghosts, Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts in the shell 
  Ghosts, Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts
  Id rather be ghosts, Id rather be ghosts in the shell
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