Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind This is the wrath of Aquarius I am the black metal terrorist, ain't no comparison Humanitarian,

For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

We started looking for you In the darker caves We had a lot of love We thought would light the way We saw the wrecks of buildings And ships that sank in starlight We saw the ghosts of angels That spoke of falls from tremendous heights

These foolish things remind me of you And still my heart has wings Oh, how the ghost of you clings! How strange how sweet to find you still These things are dear to me They seem to bring you near to me Oh! Will you never let me be? Oh! Will you never set

In God you trust My mummy dust (dust) My mummy dust I was carried on a wolf’s back To corrupt humanity I will pummel it with opulence With corpulence and greed Mummy dust (dust) Your cavalier of crapulence

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

The blood is on your tongue as well as your hands. Is it the same for you? Archaic and content you just wash them off Well I swear there's a ghost on this Island His hands, all covered in blood My wife inquired of understanding But of course my dear, you

Out of this mess When you're forgiven but you can't forget Feels like you're drowning but you still got breath And we've been tryna lay this ghost to rest What's done is done Oh but there ain't no getting out of this mess No there ain't no getting out