Lyrics

(Chorus)
Oooooo
There’s a ghost
Down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost
Down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
Oooooo
There’s a ghost
Down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost
Down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
(Verse 1)
Young disaster
Quick
Someone call the pastor
I mute the barrel
Call my Glock Casper
He gotta kid
I’d spare the prick
But this child’s a bastard
I’ll kill the man
Then gut his bitch after
Uh
Wicked me
Got you climbing up a wicked tree
Off his bloodline
This fucking pussy got a wicked breed
I’m sicker than some sickle cell
Delete the opposition is the mission
I got bullets that’ll fit you well
(Chorus)
Oooooo
There’s a ghost down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
Oooooo
There’s a ghost down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
(Verse 2)
I gotta slit ya throat first
Don’t wanna wake the neighbors
I could of tortured you for days
I just did you a favor
I’m like a ghost
When I wear gloves
So they can’t trace the razor
Mmmm
You taste like metal
That’s my favorite flavor
SKitz Kraven!
Do you believe in ghosts?
Grew up in the ward
A fucking monster
Who they diagnosed
Uh
I think my doctors on her period
I’ll kill the bitch for fun
Then hang the tampon
Where her earring is
(Bridge)
Drop
Drop your soul on this boulevard
Drop it
Drop your soul with this bullet
Drop
Drop your soul on this boulevard
Finger around the trigger
I’m a pull it
Drop
Drop
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Drop
Drop
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
(Chorus)
Oooooo
There’s a ghost
Down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost
Down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
Oooooo
There’s a ghost
Down this boulevard
It’s gon catch you lackin
Make you run from this bullet
Ah
There’s a ghost
Down this lonely street
It’s gon catch you slippin
Make you run from this hatchet
Written by: Evan Kijek
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