Ghost Cop

I am the ghost cop, bitch.
The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.
Run Run or hide with the livng.

Are you that ghost lady who rode,
On a donkey instead of a horse?
Dressed so ugly in white lace and leather pants,
Even a mirror dont show you no affection.

You spin your head North, South, East, West,
I dont know ugly, why you trippin,
'cause there aint no one looking, but those dead
Out cursing, their fate after death, wishing for hell

You can't escape me now witch, I am the bomb,
I was teaching, preaching, All in the name of the devil,
When I was alive , kicking, screaming and singing
I be the king, mixing music 'n madness , souls 'n sins.

I am the ghost cop, bitch.
The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.
Run Run or hide with the livng.