PROXY lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could be the poster boy for sh*t ass luck
I couldn't tell you how many times, I been lit off this bud
The ground all around me, I don't know how they found me
But this sh*t don't stop, if there's a God then he popped
A laxative and he sitting over my head again
Even if I died I bet that sh*t would land on my next of kin
But I'm the Ghoste of the underground, takin' no sh*t
Even if that's God himself, he betta be ready fo a lick
Don't even try to comprehend the sh*t that I say
Silent is the way I stay, and violent is the way I play
But I been tryin to change, but when a motherf*cker test me
Like SAT then I S-S-A-P
And I don't know why the f*ck I'm spellin it' out
'Cause most of you too dumb to read
See I have a lot of fun, everything going good
Got a drank, not a thang in the bank
But I don't need a thang if I gotta bad chick
And a little bit of cash in my name
But that's the way I been living
The way I been thinking, it's f*cking me up
But I don't give a sh*t, I could die tomorrow
Might as well self destruct

[Chorus]
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
[Verse 2]
If all of my dreams came true, you would be no more
And I'd be sitting on the block, chilling on death row
Doin' the same sh*t, that I'm doing now, that's word
Countin' down the days, until I leave my body on earth
A little birdie told me about this chick I know
How she was dreaming 'bout my han-hands, gripping her throat
But it ain't no thang, 'cause most chicks just can't hang
They talk a whole lotta game, but don't know how to play
Call me a f*ck-up, cause I think that is my calling in life
Take a good thang, grind it up, put it in a pipe
Flick a bic, watch it light, blow it out in the strife
And see it fade away, never no more, thank you to pride

[Interlude Sample: __ by Coheed & Cambria]

[Chorus]
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of the sh*t in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground, listen to this rhyme