[ Featuring Richie Branson, Kadesh Flow ]
Goose and Ghost four represent, represent
More horrorcore, represent, represent
Devils running high from the rhymes we present
Goose and Ghost four represent, represent
Assassin on the track, can't afford my rates
When it comes to murderin' beats, I'm more than great
Hit the mic and go psycho like Norman Bates
Jason Mask on the face with the Jordan 8s
Look, the rule is back, excuse the brag
But I'ma kill them all like Ted Cruz's dad
Real nightmare, everything I do, the tracks
Finish every verse with a Freddy Krueger laugh
It's Richie Branson, deshin' random
Three handsome, decrepit phantoms
Three legends with separate fandoms
We bring death every time we get in tandem
Black mask on and the matchin' black foreign
Run fast, I'm givin' the last warnin
I take souls on every track, I'm on my Florence
You'll get the axe, I'm comin' like Jack Torrance
Bein' standin' in your car backwards
We watch your windows wearin' all black hoodies
Y'all stash cookies, we know this window small
Crack, look a couple seconds, then you fall
All tracks truly are a trick-or-treat
I like the lecture, yeah, the rappers makin' mystery meat
Your neighborhood's a dark galaxy
And you need some help to get away
I'm that hitchhiker, but I'm guidin' you to Leatherface
Same way two monsters grow fat flesh
Randy Richie went to go grab Desh
Corsha Bro said yes, took a hammer to some old man's chest
While I was munchin' on some bone baguettes
Courtesy of my psychiatrist, told me who's a dope mad chef
Then to the mic for a flow track check
Look, if it ain't my hands, this beat from T is gon' crack next
You didn't think that we would come back yet
But this is G&G for a homie
What a horrible night, this spit a verse
Underground like a castle
Hittin' beneath the earth, we the kings of the night
G&G's resurrected 95 years earlier than anyone expected
We back in effect
With daggers that'll fracture your neck
Crashin' the set
To the day that Dracula's axe
They scared of my melanin and my rare element
Knock me down, I pop back up like red skeletons
You ain't got enough hearts in your inventory
King Gordy meets Terry and Dory
It's end of story, it's gory
Hit the church and you can tell I'm sick
When me and Richie get it crackin' like a Belmont whip
Hick a desk to make a triple threat
Now it's off the deep end
Impossible is nothin', I get it done in a weekend
T send over a track that stick my teeth in
It's never over, I be spittin' after the beat ends
Ghouls N' Ghosts four represent, represent
More horrorcore, represent, represent
Devils runnin' high from the rhymes we present
Ghouls N' Ghosts four represent, represent
