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Ghost The Death By The Bay

supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss

furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay

friend That's a gun pointed at your head Wanted man by Lucy Watson Wanted man by Jesse Brown Wanted man by Nellie Johnson Wanted man in [Incomprehensible] town Wanted man by the Boller Sisters Wanted man by

like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til

with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? *********************************************************************************************** NOTES: "Matilda" - the backpack and associated gear used by

final blessing to hide, her ghost in the fog And I embraced where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog, her ghost in the fog

fewer Someday, no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by

echo in my ears. Startled I waken from my death-like sleep, though fearful and shaken I crawl to my feet. Still my memories taunt me - like ghosts they

like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til