GHOSTEMANE - Wishbone lyrics

She was holding hands with molly the
Very first time we chilled
I did not think a thing of that
That's just how she picked to feel
See I'm the type of kid to not be
Giving a fuck about bitches and shit
But this particular chick had the demon
Inside and I had the gat
When she bought a GHOSTEMANE tee and
Wore that shit with no undies
And at that time when I knew
This schemin' chick was no phony
I took us down to the basement
And she saw the dead bodies
She did not give a fuck
Matter of fact she thought it was funny
She let me put her up on that
Torture machine and go all night
She's strapped in leather on the table
And says I'm doing it right
I stuffed an eighth of shrooms
In that bitch's mouth and
We fucked as she dug her fingers into my back
'Til I was dripping all kinds of blood

I got a crazy ass bitch
She make me look like I'm sane
She hold it down for a kreep
Never playing no games

She ready to kill whatever we gotta do
Whatever it is that we gotta do
On the one hand making your
Mind up don't mean shit
Shooting up bitches and then we trip
Psychedelic sex in the back of the whip
We following up with it 'til she rolled up
The smoke in each other then
As she ready to pop off every time
She see a bitch staring my way
She's got a piece that's
Shorter than Danny DeVito i like it that way
When I say we ride we ride
When she say we die we die
Crazy and that's how I like it
I promise to Buddha don't want
It no other way

I got a crazy ass bitch
She make me look I'm sane
She hold it down for a kreep
Never playing no games