[Intro: Sample]
"Phantoms! Eerie tales of suspense—"
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Yeah, just a phantom anthem
Traveled in a trio, or maybe just abandoned
It's random, found one, take your grandson for ransom
Got 'im with his hands all in the cookie jar
Playin' hooky, gettin' drunk, later on, took your car
Soul of Mischief, "Til infinity," got a bone to pick
And the phantom will forever remain on your shit list
The other one give good advice, well dressed, real nice
Knows your worth, sets the price, keep you out the hood for life
Think that would suffice, but really, it's just the beginnin'
Third one got you drunk and high, runnin' round here chasin' women
Wife wonder how you diss fam and disgrace your children
Dudes is wired like that, it's still an all-case buildin'
Drats and double-drats, shorties with the bubble fats
Ay caramba, trouble jack, phantom steal another track
Bet your life, double that, think you havin' fun in fact
Slip her one too many times, may not be no coming back
(Coming back, coming back) Never let it happen
Lose your phone, tell side-chick, "Get to packin'"
Other phantom write it all down and get to rappin'
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
I fought a ghost in my apartment, he had too many hitpoints
He bested me and told me I should've invested in Bitcoin
And then he lit joints and offered me a Fanta can
He drove a Phantom then he started singing Phantogram
Well damn, I'm like, "Isn't this convenient?"
It didn't take a genius to sniff it as somethin' fiendish
He introduced himself and said, "What's your name?"
For the next four days, we played the exquisite corpse game
I sold my soul to him for some new hightops
Told the Phantom guide my hand and I drew Cyclops
Best wrestlers get possessed to do high spots
Hey, I stay toasty at Smoke and Noob Saibot, yeah
My man was kinda the best ghost
He gifted me a new rap book that's prob'ly a Death Note
He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues
He showed me his soul once; now, I only wear church shoes
Turned out he wasn't dead, just very fatigued
My apologies, I buried the lede
I'm real bad at tellin' stories y'all
Prob'ly shoulda told y'all from the beginning that he wasn't, he wasn't really dead
"Phantoms! Eerie tales of suspense—"
[Verse 1: MF DOOM]
Yeah, just a phantom anthem
Traveled in a trio, or maybe just abandoned
It's random, found one, take your grandson for ransom
Got 'im with his hands all in the cookie jar
Playin' hooky, gettin' drunk, later on, took your car
Soul of Mischief, "Til infinity," got a bone to pick
And the phantom will forever remain on your shit list
The other one give good advice, well dressed, real nice
Knows your worth, sets the price, keep you out the hood for life
Think that would suffice, but really, it's just the beginnin'
Third one got you drunk and high, runnin' round here chasin' women
Wife wonder how you diss fam and disgrace your children
Dudes is wired like that, it's still an all-case buildin'
Drats and double-drats, shorties with the bubble fats
Ay caramba, trouble jack, phantom steal another track
Bet your life, double that, think you havin' fun in fact
Slip her one too many times, may not be no coming back
(Coming back, coming back) Never let it happen
Lose your phone, tell side-chick, "Get to packin'"
Other phantom write it all down and get to rappin'
[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
I fought a ghost in my apartment, he had too many hitpoints
He bested me and told me I should've invested in Bitcoin
And then he lit joints and offered me a Fanta can
He drove a Phantom then he started singing Phantogram
Well damn, I'm like, "Isn't this convenient?"
It didn't take a genius to sniff it as somethin' fiendish
He introduced himself and said, "What's your name?"
For the next four days, we played the exquisite corpse game
I sold my soul to him for some new hightops
Told the Phantom guide my hand and I drew Cyclops
Best wrestlers get possessed to do high spots
Hey, I stay toasty at Smoke and Noob Saibot, yeah
My man was kinda the best ghost
He gifted me a new rap book that's prob'ly a Death Note
He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues
He showed me his soul once; now, I only wear church shoes
Turned out he wasn't dead, just very fatigued
My apologies, I buried the lede
I'm real bad at tellin' stories y'all
Prob'ly shoulda told y'all from the beginning that he wasn't, he wasn't really dead
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