Death by Dishonor
GhosteMane Lyrics

I'm about to put a hurtin' on a bitch soul
I am going to harm someone severely and without any mercy.

We took an eighth of psilocybe, let it all go
We consumed a specific kind of mushroom, which has psychedelic properties and allowed ourselves to completely lose all our inhibitions.

Stuck in the middle of the earth, it ethereal
Trapped between the physical and spiritual world, unable to discern which actually holds sway.

I'm bout to take a little Trip and never come home
I'm embarking on a voyage of the mind that may be dangerous and could lead to a permanent state of altered consciousness.

She dug a knife up in my Chest until the blood flow
She plunged a sharp object into my chest, causing blood to gush out of the wound.

I'd rather lick it off And swallow every drop, oh
I would rather consume my own blood than let it go to waste.

Everybody thinkin' I'm the devil But I'm really woke
Most people view me as a malevolent creature, but in reality, I am spiritually enlightened.

By woke I mean I'm not susceptible to Brain control but I know that
I'm conscious and aware of my surroundings, and I'm not easily swayed or controlled by external forces.

She tied a knot up in the gum with the tongue Make me wanna take another Cigarette in my gun
She used her tongue to skillfully tie a knot, which made me so enamored of her that I wanted to light another cigarette.

I'm sick of puttin' it in my mouth Just saying fuck it I'm done
I'm fed up with putting things in my mouth, so I'm willing to forgo that particular pastime.

I know I never be the one To say the devil won
I'm certain that I will never concede defeat to evil.

'Cept for one mage if I'm gonna be a Teller Like I'm really feelin' like I'm Tryna dip and reincarnate
Except for one specific type of individual, someone who possesses magical abilities and is capable of foretelling the future, I feel like I'm close to death and want to be reborn.

I look up in the sky, and I think When I'm done I really wanna take a dive in the Lake and say goodbye to everything
When my time on this Earth is up, I just want to jump in a body of water and forget about everything I left behind.

Fuck a halo, keep a heater with you Pocket rocket
I don't care about being seen as an Angelic Being. Instead, I advise keeping a weapon with you, particularly a small handgun.

Pop and hope your people with you Leave 'em bloody red, really ain't an issue
With this weapon, it's possible to kill those around you and leave them bloody. It doesn't bother me in the slightest.

Think his auntie sad, get that bitch a tissue Heard his army mad, I could give a fuck
I don't care if the aunt of a person I've killed is sad, or if his or her family is angry.

All my compas pulling up in armored trucks You be talkin' Migos, but ain't one of us
I have a group of people with me, all of whom are in heavily armored vehicles. And yet, despite my association with them, none of us belongs to the famous rap group marketing themselves as 'Migos'.

Hit a fifty cell, really, I'm the plug
I can provide you with illegal drugs at an affordable price by contacting me via phone.

Just another day in the 6-1-4 Now they in Columbus talkin' Mexico Choppin' up the kilo then we slittin' throats Trap be in the kitchen cookin' up a GOAT
Here in the 614 area code, it's business as usual. But my associates are branching out to new territories and conspiring to sell drugs while slitting the throats of their rivals. Meanwhile, others are cooking up recent batches of synthetic drugs which are very powerful.

No that ain't no slang for a fuckin' pack Even if it was, boy, you couldn't cap Even if you did, it'd hit you with the tax Shout out all my homie, made a mill' off wax
While this may sound like a code or slang, it is not. If it were, you would not be able to comprehend it or utilize it effectively. Even if you could comprehend it, you would have to pay me more money than you have at present to purchase it. Shout outs to my friends who have succeeded selling wax-based products.

Yuh, yuh, ayy Death by dishonor, you crossed the wrong one Your wig get pushed back
You've insulted me or wronged me in some way, and because of this, you'll experience death by dishonor. In other words, my violent actions may result in a significant loss on your part.

Underground Underdog need ten flat to Be in the same room pop by the cut with a Stick and the stained booth
Despite my status as a rising underground rapper, I still need a substantial sum of ten thousand dollars. I'm not afraid of the danger that comes with making music in crime-ridden areas, and I'm confident that I've paid my dues.

Fuck what you heard, baby, I've been around Po-po 'round, we need a moment of silence Runnin' from the piece to get Away from the sirens
Don't listen to any rumors you may have heard about me; I have experience in life that they cannot fathom. When the police are nearby, we must remain silent and wait for them to leave. There are times when I'm running from the law to avoid getting arrested.

Ain't a damn thing changed 'cause We love the violence
Nothing has changed regarding our love and adoration for physical violence.

Baby Bone, I'm an animal Made a hundred thousand racks at the Seminole
My rap pseudonym is 'Baby Bone,' and I've made an incredibly large sum of one hundred thousand dollars through my performances at Seminole music festivals.

Eat a rapper up sick like I'm Hannibal Got a bitch right off of the banana boat
I can easily destroy or out-perform other rappers, similar to the infamous cannibal Hannibal Lecter. Also, I have a woman in my life with whom I've recently reached a romantic understanding.

Shakewell, make bail, set sail Send a rapper to Hell Broke ass rappers, man, they want me to fail I made all the right moves I'm never taking an L
My peer-in-rhyme Shakewell was released from jail after obtaining sufficient funds. Rappers who are impoverished always hope for my downfall, but they cannot bring themselves to truly oppose me. I've made all the right decisions and have never lost in a serious situation.

Yeah, yeah usually, I would just make the Decision to kill 'em Rest is for the willing when You on the ceiling
Normally, I would simply choose to kill someone and proceed with that decision. Ceasing one's murderous tendencies is something that only those with true courage can accomplish, and I'm apparently not one of them.

Will he ever give a dividend again? I'm moving diligent, this independent, mane A minimum of dank, I'm on a bigger rank I thank the lord for every saint
Will the artist ever provide a meaningful return to his fans? I'm being extremely careful and meticulous with my actions, and I'm an independent entity. At the very least, I have some reputable marijuana in my possession, which has helped me move up the musical ladder. I express appreciation to God for every holy person in my life.

I can't describe a cannibal I eat a rapper chapter one I get up on you, read you like a poem
I cannot accurately explain my fascination or tendencies toward cannibalism. Although I am capable of consuming or dominating rappers with ease, almost as if revealing a different chapter in the book of my life. When I truly focus on someone, I can comprehend them or see through them like a poem.

Shit is sticky since I got a system I'm a killer, make a million off of this That's how deep the pen and coffin is So all my villains break a law to this Pray your lord forgives a kid with confidence I count the karma for my sons in orphanage I'm bringing all them in 'til we all begin There's no bargaining so quit arguin'
Since I've established a workable system, I've become a ruthless killer who's made money from his actions. That's how deep and dangerous my writing or rhyming pen can be. If you're one of my associates with malicious intent, you'll commit a crime when you hear this music. I hope that God will forgive me for raising orphaned children in an illegal or violent environment. I'm committed to helping these young children, no matter how much opposition arises. Stop arguing; there's no negotiation or compromise possible.