🎵 Bone Carr vs. Ghost // by URLtv

1 ContributorBone Carr vs. Ghost Lyrics [Bone Carr] I said, let's just get this out the way I ain't one of these crackers you rap 'bout I be wit' the beams and the MACs out And the only time I smell like wet...dawg (dog)...boy, I was leavin' the traphouse! Wit' automatics You can't cross me wit' baller tactics One shot, get drug 'cross the floor Yeah, I'm wit' all the static! Headshot- Nah, you ain't even worth the shit, you worthless bitch! I'd rather see the worst of it when a person hit I'll take a Louisville Slugger to your head, then bat an eye: flirty bitch! You ain't murkin' shit, whilе I really dump a pound Let your man act confused, wait 'til hе lookin' 'round Then BAH! BAH! Now he cryin', gettin' guts off the ground The irony - went from not understandin' to pickin' up what I'm puttin' down! You fuckin' clown! This bitch is a lame Before rap, they'll tell you "Guns isn't the lane." Then they switch it up for visual gain Captain Underpants: when they needed a hero, the whole principle (principal) changed See, you get into my lane and do it all for reaction "I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson" Thought you was washin' Car(r) 'til it went up in flames! That's why I hate this fag Always a (*swoo*) razor slash or their blades or mags Caffeine app: all them props in your comments? Yeah, you gon' have to pay for that! See, I was made for that, while y'all just stress the minor things You know, bask in (Baskin) the problem? Tiger King But for 10K, you'll get buried for the dough Nobody carin' 'bout this ho This bitch a sucker In Living Color: the white boy carryin' (Carrey in) the show! So let that weigh in 'Cause it's a week prep Kickin' yo' ass... [Ghost] Way before COVID-19, these niggas been claimin' sick I can't stand to fool You'll get a box over my coins I been ridin' wit' the bull to come masked: I'm Crash Bandicoot A good barber: I'll line him well Niggas can't connect my dots because I write in Braille There's rounds to everything Don't think it's rap when I'm dead at this cat's neck: he on Orion's belt! I'll load the toolie Dawg (Dog), it never leave my hip: it play the role of Scooby Ratchet in front of the Ghost I don't need Molly to let it mold into me! I grip the chrome Don't talk about ya ex caliber (Excalibur) This shit's in stone When Ghost Snoop, I'll leave bodies all over the walls: I'm Jimmy Bones! Understand me As a young'un, I always been near death The kid played around the hood: I'm Billy and Mandy I don't play I'll treat your bitch like some cheap-ass liquor and bomb bae (Bombay) I air shit It's a deadlift: I can raise the metal at y'all way (weigh) Nigga, you get a round by the Smith? Oh, you'll be fucked up like, "Check out the feng shui"