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Ghostemane

Eric Whitney (born April 15, 1991), professionally known as Ghostemane or alternatively as Baader-Meinhof, Swearr, Limsa Lominsa or GASM, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Originally growing up in Florida, Ghostemane started out playing in local hardcore punk and doom metal bands. He moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper. Ghostemane's merging of rap and metal gained him popularity on SoundCloud. In 2018, Ghostemane released his seventh studio album, N/O/I/S/E, which was highly anticipated in the underground music scene due to its heavy influence from industrial and nu metal groups. more »

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Uh, ayy
F*ck '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 don't know (ay, ay, don't know)
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (ayy, ayy, like I won't kick in they door)
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (ayy, ayy, hitting my phone, ayy)
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (ayy, ayy, I never seen you at one of my shows)
All these punk motherfuckers don't know (ayy, ayy, don't know)
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (ayy, ayy, like I won't kick in they door)
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (hitting my phone, ayy)
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (ayy, ayy, I never seen you at one of my shows)

See, I been fucking up my life no joke (no joke)
Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke (went broke)
But I been loving every day a little more (day a little more)
When you hear that wooden block, you know it's 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
F*ck what your friends say
F*ck what the man say

I been licking venom off my gums (ayy, yuh)
Getting faded off the blood of my girl (yuh, yuh)
I cut her on the face, she told me "more" (ayy, yuh)
She got blood on my grandma floor (ayy, yuh)
Bitch, I'm draped in ghost supply head to toe (ayy, yuh)
Yal were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes (ayy, yuh, yuh)
My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl (ayy, yuh)
We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt
(Lay down your soul)

All these punk motherfuckers don't know (ay, ay, don't know)
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (ayy, ayy, like I won't kick in they door)
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (ayy, ayy, hitting my phone, ayy)
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (ayy, ayy, I never seen you at one of my shows)
All these punk motherfuckers don't know (ayy, ayy, don't know)
They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door (ayy, ayy, like I won't kick in they door)
All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone (hitting my phone, ayy)
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows (ayy, ayy, I never seen you at one of my shows)

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