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kourt jester - ghoulz 'n' goblinz كلمات الأغنية

[intro – reversed]
ghouls and goblins…
they’re lurking…

[verse 1: cap-d]
(bodies! bodies!) everywhere i look
it’s everybody that i bodied, everybody else is shook
close the book, ’cause all it took, was cap and kj on the track
with bluud brothers we slaughter rappers with a precision so exact, the impact of my attack felt like a bullet from a mac
you’re sh-t is wack, you know your lack of ability will you whacked
my deck is stacked, ain’t holding back, cracked the gat, and that was that
tell me how in the hecronomicon are you still coming back?
i closed the casket, and it should have been “that’s it”
am i seeing these zombies or did brad dose me with acid?
please help me kid cl-ssic! these carnivorous cadavers f-ckin’ act like they matter
it might even make me laugh if is wasn’t so macabre their clothes ripped up and tattered
battered but somehow they stagger, m-ssacre is the answer
with kourt jester the attacker, and bluud brothers as backer
lyrically we hammer, wack rappers flat til they fracture

[hook]
ghouls and goblins walk the streets
not to hunt for candy treats
witness as these souls all weep
begging for eternal sleep
ghouls and goblins walk the streets
in the shadows, i creep
witness as these souls all weep
never will they rest in peace

[verse 2: dark bluud]
(i’m a ghoul in a pool of blood)
stickin these rappers at mic checks, i make their heads spin when i snap necks
you’re perplexed, why you gettin’ nervous?
i’m sniffin’ out emcees that bite lyrics when they write verses
(bruh) how the f-ck do you grown men suck, to the point that it’s making me glue my ear holes shut?
b-tch i been callin’ out your name blowin’ your facebook up
waitin’ outside of your crib with the head of a dead mutt
no f-cks given, i drink blood and give uppercuts
to f-ckin’ zombies and goblins, mummies and dead sl-ts
(so any raw rappers, with gulls to call back
can eat a ball sack inside of a saw trap)
i give a dap to real k!llas that act like loons under the moon
chillin in the black lagoon
sacks of shrooms, and voodoo spirits we consume
to turn ghosts and goblins out of your whole platoon
(it’s over!)

[verse 3: kourt jester]
(ugh, kj!)
my name be like beetlejuice, but they don’t say it a second or third time
’cause i eat ’em up where they standin’ like a f-ckin’ jet engine turbine
(straight up wack!) they got the worst rhymes, when they mentionin’ my name an’
i don’t listen to that simple sh-t, they be creatin’ raps for laymens
yo i’m insane in, the brain, my cadences stay slayin’
anybody if you in my way-an, homie don’t play that, no damon
you be havin’ ’em drawin’ blanks man, i’m inflictin’ major pain in
to the cranium, like vibranium, i make ’em feel the sh-t i’m sayin’
i stay bodyin’ these rappers, and they souls is never restin’
here one minute, gone the next, by my blade without a question
words got more led than zeppelin, pleasantly offensive reppin’
this ain’t a mic i got in my grip, it’s a f-ckin’ smith & wesson!
(you can beg and plead and scream) the verses i spit are curses
each adjective and verb is, like a knife into your epidermis
i k!lled off all of these rappers, now they just the walking dead
while i make your eyes pop out of your head, like lucille did to glenn
m-th-f-cka!

- kourt jester

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