text: Uh, ayy
  Fuck em
  Yeah
  Ayy, keep that shit goin mane
  Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
  Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy
  All these punk motherfuckers dont know 
  They running their mouth like I wont kick in their door 
  All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone 
  You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows 
  All these punk motherfuckers dont know 
  They running their mouth like I wont kick in their door 
  All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone 
  You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows 
  See, I been fucking up my life no joke 
  Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke 
  But I been loving every day a little more 
  When you hear that wooden block, you know its only Ghoste
  Made in the image of what they call Satan
  The blade is serrated and decapitating
  The brain of sedated and awaiting heads
  Never to let them think freely again
  Put em in an underwater grave
  Better pay your attention to what I am about to say
  Fuck what your friends say
  Fuck what the man say
  I been licking venom off my gums 
  Getting faded off the blood of my girl, 
  I cut her on the face, she told me more 
  She got blood on my grandma floor 
  Bitch, Im draped in Ghost Supply head to toe 
  Yall were sleeping, I dont want your damn clothes 
  My chick gon to seduce your damn girl 
  We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt
  All these punk motherfuckers dont know 
  They running their mouth like I wont kick in their door 
  All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone 
  You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows 
  All these punk motherfuckers dont know 
  They running their mouth like I wont kick in their door 
  All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone 
  You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows