You say I'm crazy, a little Pshycotic
But I ain't the one trippin' on chronic
I have my days, a little bit Deranged
But in the end I'll come out unchanged
I have an unbridled mind, and an undying heart
It looks like yours might be coming apart
I am like Homer from the Treehouse Of Horror
and I'll hit ya like the Grim Reaper departed
I'll split ya with rhymes like R.Kelly
But I never fucked a schoolgirl named Shelly
I am the Ghost Cowboy, the one they sent for
and pretty soon I'll have a fuckin' world tour
In the end this will all be foretold
and I'll be standing tall with riches and gold
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