Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
I am at it with my shenanigans again!
Mastered the craft in the attic with a pen
3 AM, candles lit in a circle of pentagram
Strangling Hannibal Lecter
Slaughtering a lamb!
Prominently caught up in a trance
Ominous when all the dolls begin to dance!
And I morph into an octopus
Waving all my hands
This is one devil no chance you will want to
Dance with
That's that ACE 666!
Look at all these emcees shit bricks!
They're getting frantic tic, tic, tic, tic, tic tic, tock!
Trick shot, Sling shot, Quick shot
Bird shot, Buck shot, Clean shot
Chip shot, Pitch shot, Big shot
Even Rim shot, Missed shot and Screenshots
Either ways it's a Kill shot!
Coz when Ace grip the mic and spit this hard
Even Drill Sargeant Hartman'll
Kiss these balls!
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
A sudden blow of cold air
The portal's open
You choke like there's no air!
You go pale, so frail!
When I pound my chest and plant my feet back on the mat again
Bruce Banner's frozen stiff like a f*cking mannequin!
Coz that ACE too SI(x)CK when he's back to the rap again!
No escaping, I go Tonya Hard(in) this
You get pounded like Kerrigan
Or Catylin's ass again!
I'm the fear in these amateur larynx(es)
Coz I could battle a
Silver back in a
Pair of Wranglers
Black him out in the
Passenger seat of an Acura!
Holy Mackerels!
I'm going bananas
On the f*cking papyrus!
You're just a flash in the pan
I'm spanking Pamela
Anderson's ass with a spatula!
Before I cook a snack out her
Packing rhymes as big as her racks
Looked at through binoculars!
My pen is drawing blood
More than the teeth of Dracula!
In actual
I'm fragile, but on the canvas
I'm a collateral damage and a massacre!
Like a sacrosanct masochistic act
Shackled up
And strapped in a straitjacket
When I'm not rapping I'm a
Crack addicted phantom, having a fit
Coz he ain't had a fix!
So don't be calling ACE SI(x)CK when you summon spirits
Coz I'll be
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
Ace 6 - Pareidolia Lyrics
Ace 6 - Pareidolia Lyrics
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Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
I am at it with my shenanigans again!
Mastered the craft in the attic with a pen
3 AM, candles lit in a circle of pentagram
Strangling Hannibal Lecter
Slaughtering a lamb!
Prominently caught up in a trance
Ominous when all the dolls begin to dance!
And I morph into an octopus
Waving all my hands
This is one devil no chance you will want to
Dance with
That's that ACE 666!
Look at all these emcees shit bricks!
They're getting frantic tic, tic, tic, tic, tic tic, tock!
Trick shot, Sling shot, Quick shot
Bird shot, Buck shot, Clean shot
Chip shot, Pitch shot, Big shot
Even Rim shot, Missed shot and Screenshots
Either ways it's a Kill shot!
Coz when Ace grip the mic and spit this hard
Even Drill Sargeant Hartman'll
Kiss these balls!
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
A sudden blow of cold air
The portal's open
You choke like there's no air!
You go pale, so frail!
When I pound my chest and plant my feet back on the mat again
Bruce Banner's frozen stiff like a f*cking mannequin!
Coz that ACE too SI(x)CK when he's back to the rap again!
No escaping, I go Tonya Hard(in) this
You get pounded like Kerrigan
Or Catylin's ass again!
I'm the fear in these amateur larynx(es)
Coz I could battle a
Silver back in a
Pair of Wranglers
Black him out in the
Passenger seat of an Acura!
Holy Mackerels!
I'm going bananas
On the f*cking papyrus!
You're just a flash in the pan
I'm spanking Pamela
Anderson's ass with a spatula!
Before I cook a snack out her
Packing rhymes as big as her racks
Looked at through binoculars!
My pen is drawing blood
More than the teeth of Dracula!
In actual
I'm fragile, but on the canvas
I'm a collateral damage and a massacre!
Like a sacrosanct masochistic act
Shackled up
And strapped in a straitjacket
When I'm not rapping I'm a
Crack addicted phantom, having a fit
Coz he ain't had a fix!
So don't be calling ACE SI(x)CK when you summon spirits
Coz I'll be
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
I am at it with my shenanigans again!
Mastered the craft in the attic with a pen
3 AM, candles lit in a circle of pentagram
Strangling Hannibal Lecter
Slaughtering a lamb!
Prominently caught up in a trance
Ominous when all the dolls begin to dance!
And I morph into an octopus
Waving all my hands
This is one devil no chance you will want to
Dance with
That's that ACE 666!
Look at all these emcees shit bricks!
They're getting frantic tic, tic, tic, tic, tic tic, tock!
Trick shot, Sling shot, Quick shot
Bird shot, Buck shot, Clean shot
Chip shot, Pitch shot, Big shot
Even Rim shot, Missed shot and Screenshots
Either ways it's a Kill shot!
Coz when Ace grip the mic and spit this hard
Even Drill Sargeant Hartman'll
Kiss these balls!
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
A sudden blow of cold air
The portal's open
You choke like there's no air!
You go pale, so frail!
When I pound my chest and plant my feet back on the mat again
Bruce Banner's frozen stiff like a f*cking mannequin!
Coz that ACE too SI(x)CK when he's back to the rap again!
No escaping, I go Tonya Hard(in) this
You get pounded like Kerrigan
Or Catylin's ass again!
I'm the fear in these amateur larynx(es)
Coz I could battle a
Silver back in a
Pair of Wranglers
Black him out in the
Passenger seat of an Acura!
Holy Mackerels!
I'm going bananas
On the f*cking papyrus!
You're just a flash in the pan
I'm spanking Pamela
Anderson's ass with a spatula!
Before I cook a snack out her
Packing rhymes as big as her racks
Looked at through binoculars!
My pen is drawing blood
More than the teeth of Dracula!
In actual
I'm fragile, but on the canvas
I'm a collateral damage and a massacre!
Like a sacrosanct masochistic act
Shackled up
And strapped in a straitjacket
When I'm not rapping I'm a
Crack addicted phantom, having a fit
Coz he ain't had a fix!
So don't be calling ACE SI(x)CK when you summon spirits
Coz I'll be
Jumping on the beat straight out the Ouija Board!
Channelling my inner spirits, the sinister most!
Scary to stare at a mirror when you fear ghosts
You know there is nothing here
Yet you feel a force?
This of course, is that kinda force!
I'm an apparition in a cloak
Rising up the floor!
The piano goes off when I float
I'm the ghost
Writer: ARVINDAN R
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid