Technicolor

Kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps
Yeah, she used to be your dame
But now she sittin' on my lap
I'm kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
Where nobody know my name
GHOSTEMANE
Take over your brain, and make you go insane

Kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
I got a mag full of hollow tips
OJ with that, 32 will make you smoke
Yeah, I'm kreepin' S-O-L-O
Cause nobody really got your back
And so they peak one day in front of your face
But they got no sack

Bitch, white GHOSTE with a E to E, that's me
Put a patent on KREEP, K-R-double E-P
Red back in the back of the red Marquis
I like it messy and so does she
I pull on the hair, while she suckin' me clean
She says: I'm a dream; she done get the D
Move these fuck boys, cause I keep it low key
Now, I'm head to the spot and I eat like a king
GHOSTE of the underground, that's fit me
With a black tall tee, see the all gold teeth
Hair long, like I'm Samurai Jack
Talkin' to Buddha, while munchin' a cap
If you ain't about this video wrap
I hope you won't be there to first hear the crack
You might be thinkin' you bringing shit back
My brain is a murder scene, all the down boys attack

Kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps
Kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps
Kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps

Kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps
Kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps
Kreepin', kreepin' through the plain
I got a bag full of caps