Wishbone Ghostemane

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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
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
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
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