Suppose was feeling lost
Through my mid twenties, bruh
Just the ghosts, bloody ghosts
following moi
Good evening Spoooks and Spectres
If an Afterlife chin checkers
Tonight you'll see some HELL NAW
You'd rather not remember
tale's cautionary AF That's as fuck pay heed
Do you but for now, no fumar, nein weed
From the Brotherhood of Travelers
Intellectual scavengers
They feed off brains! Welcome no puny amateurs
Brian Pelican your Scorpio, cause death is sublime
Angels fear to tread where I scratch my behind
I'm a joker smoker space cowboy Maurice
Speaking on the pompatus of love with ease
When a thinnish man with a junkie's gait
Gave me the kind of pause to Warren G Regulate
He was a Hallow Man Fuck you T.S. Eliot
With more bitch in his eyes than Kerouac or Tennyson (I said)
I ain't scared, though I was tho) as TS Elliot's butthole
Dude was eww as TS Elliot's cuckold
Oh Alfred, (you bitch ass) I hissed just like you
But Alfred, (you bitch ass,) had muhfuckingshit too
He knew of my skeletons dancing, twerking
I said, "Say mang, how's that Afterlife not working?"
His Masterplan Little Man Hollow Man
With nothing but children's tears inside his hand
addressing my mortality, he said "Well Fine."
"You Middle aged Padawan it's swan song time."
His sorcery was brutal as two Devils in my cornbread, shit
details following were most sordid
I said, Alfred (Old bitch ass!) You skank ass clown
They got a message from the Action Man
Blow me, now
Lo siento on vulgarity, just chupa mi vergas
I'm just a caveman feeding you mi Mierda
break

You Ashes to Ashes Major Toming it while I'm out in Andromeda
Alfredo (you bitch ass) ,butthole mandala
I'm too old for battle rap, playing fair
Ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair
Alfred drew his gun cocked hammer, pause
I did like most rappers, grabbed my balls

This is when the ghosts feed, YES
Y'all be on your best DEFENSE
PAin't no room for effing STRESS
You are just a gawddang MESS
This is when the ghosts feed, YES
Y'all be on your best DEFENSE
Ain't no room for effing STRESS
You are just a gawddang MESS
Goblins are so HUNTERISH
Zombies own the MONOLITH
Vampires take the MOTHERSHIP
You smell like T.S. Eliot
Goblins are so HUNTERISH
Zombies own the MONOLITH
Vampires take the MOTHERSHIP
You smell like T.S. Eliot
Goblins are so HUNTERISH
Zombies own the MONOLITH
Vampires take the MOTHERSHIP
You smell like T.S. Eliot