Eric Whitney (born 15 April 1991),[2] known professionally as Ghostemane is… Read Full Bio ↴Eric Whitney (born 15 April 1991),[2] known professionally as Ghostemane is an American artist and musician from Lake Worth, Florida.
Growing up in Florida, Whitney was originally a guitar player for hardcore and doom metal bands.[3] Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper eventually finding success in the underground.
Eric Whitney was born 15 April 1991 in Lake Worth, Florida to parents from New York. Whitney grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. As a teenager, he was in several bands and played the guitar which introduced him to music. He also played football whilst in High School, saying he was practically forced to by his father, who died when Whitney was seventeen.
Whitney was introduced to rap music when he was the guitarist in the hardcore punk band Nemesis and a bandmate introduced him to Memphis rap.
Whitney graduated from university after studying astrophysics and was eventually employed in a position earning $65,000 annually.In 2015, Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California due to his music not thriving in Southern Florida, giving up his employment at the same time. Meeting up with JGRXXN, Whitney joined his collective Schemaposse which included artists such as the now-deceased Lil Peep and Craig Xen.
In April 2016, Schemaposse disbanded leaving Whitney not associated with any group. Whitney eventually began to associate with the popular underground group $uicideboy$ and fellow Florida rapper Pouya. Pouya released the video for "1000 Rounds" with Ghostemane in April 2017.The video quickly went viral and as of May 2018, has nearly 9 million views.
In 2018 Whitney released his 10th album, "N / O / I / S / E" (No One Is Safe from Evil). The album has a very dark and aggressive style and it deals a lot with self-harm, self-mutilation, agoraphobia, and many other issues Ghostemane has dealt with personally. N / O / I / S / E was released by surprise on 10th October 2018, as it was supposed to drop on 17th October of the same year.
Growing up in Florida, Whitney was originally a guitar player for hardcore and doom metal bands.[3] Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California after starting his career as a rapper eventually finding success in the underground.
Eric Whitney was born 15 April 1991 in Lake Worth, Florida to parents from New York. Whitney grew up in West Palm Beach, Florida. As a teenager, he was in several bands and played the guitar which introduced him to music. He also played football whilst in High School, saying he was practically forced to by his father, who died when Whitney was seventeen.
Whitney was introduced to rap music when he was the guitarist in the hardcore punk band Nemesis and a bandmate introduced him to Memphis rap.
Whitney graduated from university after studying astrophysics and was eventually employed in a position earning $65,000 annually.In 2015, Whitney moved to Los Angeles, California due to his music not thriving in Southern Florida, giving up his employment at the same time. Meeting up with JGRXXN, Whitney joined his collective Schemaposse which included artists such as the now-deceased Lil Peep and Craig Xen.
In April 2016, Schemaposse disbanded leaving Whitney not associated with any group. Whitney eventually began to associate with the popular underground group $uicideboy$ and fellow Florida rapper Pouya. Pouya released the video for "1000 Rounds" with Ghostemane in April 2017.The video quickly went viral and as of May 2018, has nearly 9 million views.
In 2018 Whitney released his 10th album, "N / O / I / S / E" (No One Is Safe from Evil). The album has a very dark and aggressive style and it deals a lot with self-harm, self-mutilation, agoraphobia, and many other issues Ghostemane has dealt with personally. N / O / I / S / E was released by surprise on 10th October 2018, as it was supposed to drop on 17th October of the same year.
Rusty Chains
Ghostemane Lyrics
See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob
It’s half past four
He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there
Thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear
In a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like Houdini
With no feelins, no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end
I see Satan pullin me as I dangle
Down down, into the unknown abyss
And I'm wishin
I could just come back one more
Time so I could settle shit
But I can't, so jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothafuckas told me I would
End up in this lake
For loading a 9 millimeter into my
Glock and then to my brain
But shouts out to Aleister Crowley
Yo writing is keepin me sane
Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is what I'm reppin
Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse, G59
You better start to count yo blessings
As I kill you when I pulls
Up inside of my Chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
My nuts not givin a fuck, I'm fuckin shit up
Knuckin and buckin I'm servin these suckas
I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
Cause I'm on the hunt
Choppin bitches heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch
Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause
I'm burnin up yo body bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch, bitch, bitch
See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob
It’s half past four
He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there
Thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear
In a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like Houdini
With no feelins, no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end, I see
Satan pullin me as I dangle, down
Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was I'm reppin
Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse, G59
You better start to count yo blessins
As I kill you when I pulls
Up inside of my chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
Test, test, test, test
It’s half past four
He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there
Thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear
In a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like Houdini
With no feelins, no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
I see Satan pullin me as I dangle
Down down, into the unknown abyss
And I'm wishin
I could just come back one more
Time so I could settle shit
But I can't, so jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothafuckas told me I would
End up in this lake
For loading a 9 millimeter into my
Glock and then to my brain
But shouts out to Aleister Crowley
Yo writing is keepin me sane
Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is what I'm reppin
Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse, G59
You better start to count yo blessings
As I kill you when I pulls
Up inside of my Chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
My nuts not givin a fuck, I'm fuckin shit up
Knuckin and buckin I'm servin these suckas
I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
Cause I'm on the hunt
Choppin bitches heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch
Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause
I'm burnin up yo body bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch bitch, bitch, bitch
See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob
It’s half past four
He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there
Thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I wanna do is disappear
In a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like Houdini
With no feelins, no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end, I see
Satan pullin me as I dangle, down
Now take caution cause I'm killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut, go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was I'm reppin
Kreepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse, G59
You better start to count yo blessins
As I kill you when I pulls
Up inside of my chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
I'm steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
Test, test, test, test
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beep beep lettuce
Kickin it wit my homie scoob it's half past 4
He Rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like houdini
With no feelins no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end I see Satan pullin me as I dangle
Down down
Into the unknown abyss
And I'm wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit
But I can't
So jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake
For loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain
But shouts out to Alex Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane
[RVMIRXZ]
Now take caution cause im killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was im reppin
Creepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse G*59
You better start to count yo blessins
As i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
Im steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
[?] Not givin a fuck
I'm fuckin shit up
Knuckin and buckin im servin these suckas
I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
Cause im on the hunt
Choppin bitches heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch
Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause im burnin up yo body bitch
Matt A.
See I been kickin' it with my homie Scoob it’s half past four
He rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I really wanna do is disappear in a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like Houdini
With no feelins, no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end, I see Satan pullin me as I dangle
Down down
Into the unknown abyss
And I'm wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit
But I can't
So jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake
For loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain
But shouts out to Aleister Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane
ConnorDeora
If songs like these were mainstream people’s lives would change
WetPorkChops420
This song fits into the album perfectly
beep beep lettuce
Kickin it wit my homie scoob it's half past 4
He Rollin a blunt and I'm sittin there thinkin about how life gets old
Sometimes all I really wanna do is dissappear in a cloud of black smoke
And then reappear like houdini
With no feelins no feelins to show
And I got these chains
Got these rusty chains around my ankles
And on the other end I see Satan pullin me as I dangle
Down down
Into the unknown abyss
And I'm wishin I could just come back one more time so I could settle shit
But I can't
So jump on in the fire is great
So many Mothafuckas told me I would end up in this lake
For loading a 9 millimeter into my Glock and then to my brain
But shouts out to Alex Crowley yo writing is keepin me sane
[RVMIRXZ]
Now take caution cause im killin bustas
With a Glock 45
Ramirez in the cut go run and hide
Fuckin wit me and it be yo demise
Triple six is was im reppin
Creepin out that fuckin dungeon
Schema Posse G*59
You better start to count yo blessins
As i kills you when i pulls up inside of my chevy thang
Smoked out loced out
Im steady gankin on them bustas mane
Pullin out the street sweeper
I got ana off my chest
With any busta mothafucka who be tryna test
[?] Not givin a fuck
I'm fuckin shit up
Knuckin and buckin im servin these suckas
I'm whipin these Glocks so be ready to run
Cause im on the hunt
Choppin bitches heads off
Throw em inside of the shadow, bitch
Aim yo Glock so fuckin quick cause im burnin up yo body bitch
emick33
dd ll aleister crowley** not alex
MysticRaphy
Test... My nerves
Its what he says homie
burpy
@MysticRaphyhe says nuts I think
Joseph Carlos Ruiz
This should have at least a million views, music video or not this is str8 flame. Ppl just cant handle the dark.
Brian Solorio
This shit just set my phone on fire.
Jalumbuquay
Still bumping over 5 years later
Ł U Ç Ï F Ê R
Damn still underrated..