White powder, mayo spread get the toast
Dope daddy bring the mink for the snow
Push them T's but I get it by the O's
You been blessed by the sick grab the wipes for your nose
Much malice bitch I'm unbalanced
Hands calloused from crafting the blow
I'm a product of Pharrell Williams so get familiar
With this paraphernalia and do what it compels ya to do
What's the mood, mood, Scrooge when I move
I go phantom chuck the deuce, deuce, pink bandana
Like I hang around Juelz Santana
Mouth killer like Kowalski, jiggy like that boy outta Marcy
Fresh out the espionage, been locked in
Exhausting all of my options
Processing on the best way to give you this toxin
So proceed with caution before you sling gossip

I'ma make a beast outta you
So don't you pull away but come close to me
What the fuck a devil gonna do
If I came to swing, oh I'm here to play

She asked me am I too terrified, oh are you scared
Of the boogieman that's under my, up under your bed
Raise the dead before the night is done, raise the dead
Ghouls who prey on fear are on the run

Ghoulies on the rise, on the creep
Crawling on me in the dead of sleep, I hope
Pressure on me don't fold
I can feel the spirit everywhere I go

Running in a panic
We just trying to manage y'all
Hoping we can stand it
Wishing I can vanish, all away

Welcome to the blunt side like puffing on trauma
Cut ties to the drama, give the drummer some
Now I bust vibes in the summer
Chow down like Knives in a world vs us, so give me my Ramona, yeah
See me and Memo been busting down instrumentals since we was little
Snotty nose, punk ass children
With the world in our hands and the pressure in our collarbones
We could explode at any minute bitch we volatile
So all aboard come ashore to the waviest
Day shifts and vacations in the basement
Spent trying to reach the apex cause death is ageless
And that's just based on basics
Plus we trying to vacate stress, we know we flesh
But we make way when they gave less, put our weight in
Waiting for revelations to come invade us
Hoping it don't evade us, and birth imagination
It's makeshift but it do for now
Said it was putrid what I wanted as a juvenile
Cause I slaved over me and had visions of a happy soul
Forrest Hill Drive making platinum outta all this coal

I'ma make a joke outta you
You think you can run away
And give up everything
I could leave your life deep in ruin
So don't think differently
Cause that would be a mistake

She asked me am I too terrified, oh are you scared
Of the boogieman that's under my, up under your bed
Raise the dead before the night is done, raise the dead
Ghouls who prey on fear are on the run
And I'm just trying to find my peace, no, no

Ghoulies on the rise, on the creep
Crawling on me in the dead of sleep, I hope
Pressure on me don't fold
I can feel the spirit everywhere I go

Running in a panic
We just trying to manage y'all
Hoping we can stand it
Wishing I can vanish, all away