[Lyric] If My Ghost Could Write (SCRAPS (@originalplaguedoctor))

[Intro]
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, have you told him 'bout your lies?
Have you told him how you'd fuck his head up real quick?
Did you tell him how you made me die?

[Verse]
I don't wanna fly, I just want some semblance of peace in my fucking brain now
You won't ever really feel my pain, nah
Worked real hard, got a pocket full of change now
Bouta blow your brains out
Good luck getting stains out

Bouta set the pace now, bouta win the race
Crowd's shaking fall from grace
Bouta put it on her face now
May we close the case now?
Too quick and you'll drown
Run the city with hounds
She been down with the sickness
Lickin' me like a litmus
Iller than covid, I'm a motherfucking misfit
Givе her a little tidbit
Iphiginia's slit wrists
Imminent dangеr, I'm offering how to fix it
(Run this bitch at the same damn time)
Climbing to the top of the mountain that's got the fountain of youth
And then I step in the booth
I'm connected like Bluetooth
I could show you how to make a million off of Youtube
Or better yet, LiveLeak
I'm pissing on it stylishly
Get free, live your life shorty
Or get away from it
Get pay stubs and coast to an island on the sea or something
I'm slumming, gumming, gunning
I grabbed the bag and dumped it

[Bridge]
Sightseeing inside my mind is the only thing keeping me safe
Grab another bottle and see how quick I can down it, man I'm insane

[Verse]
Like slow toxins, I've been creeping a little bit
She said she's hungry for it, so I feed her a little bit
I skeet on her little fit
I'm teetering, simmering
I'm tryin' to boil up a plot to feed all these bitter men
I'm foreseeing a bitter end
I'm not keeping it in the pen
Find yourself alone, and then see if you need me then
You're corny like a greedy hen
Dumbass, got a meaty head
Bet you'd like to see me dead
Or locked up in a straightjacket
Hate fashion but I'm killing dripping often
Pause this if you can't keep up, then give applause man
Holler at me if you want a feature, what's it costing?
I've been doing boss things
Came through with the sauce then
Shot up the motherfucking function, dumping
You been looking soft like a motherfucking dumpling
Hit you with some rounds, call it chick peas
The girl that I just hit is walking ditzy
Better watch your form when you're walking with exiles
You can get sewed up like a quilt, I need textiles
I'm walking kinda crooked, I ain't lame, just got a bent style
How I'm acting every time I'm off my meds: wild
Pile it up, even paper gets heavy
All fetty, and you can get your nose booped, Betty
These girls like to celebrate, pinata, confetti
All I can say is that she was not ready

Keep the dock steady 'fore I jump into the ocean
Keep the Glock steady while I whip another potion
Tryna keep my cool, demons causing a commotion
You think you'll ever get me back, just forget the notion