Goosebumps Lyrics
Door swings open to a haunted place
Turn around but there ain’t no way out
Welcome to my brain my pain
I’ll fight in my cerebral till the devil get laid out
Sniper bitch with a long range take out
Heart confused with the close range fake out
Know your enemy like my life is a stakeout
Mansion dreams with the steak and the eggs now
They say they ain’t frightened
But there’s chills up in the air
Give my haters goosebumps
Leavе em with something to fear
Slappy popping out
And I’m thе goddamn puppeteer
Got you by a string
And you’re the only dummy here
Bitch I’m R.L. Stine
Make my story come to life
It’s a night in the museum
And it’s 11:55
As the clock strikes 12
All my demons start to rise
Used to cope myself with pills
There ain’t an opiate in sight
I do everything I can these days
Motherfuckers play pretend
Acting like I ain’t changed
Friends turn you around
End up with a bloody blade
Now you got a stab wound
And a world full of pain
But I’m used to the change and the challenges
Type of shit to turn most people into savages
I feel like LeBron with the averages
Still an underdog
Win the title like the Mavericks did
Woo
Drugs in my body
Got the additives
No food
Three days
Asking how I managed it
Maybe God want me to live
Or maybe it’s satan
Tryna micromanage shit
I don’t really know anymore
But I know everywhere I go
I cause damages
Especially for my enemies
I’ll show those motherfuckers
What a vandal is
They say they ain’t frightened
But there’s chills up in the air
Give my haters goosebumps
Leave em with something to fear
Slappy popping out
And I’m the goddamn puppeteer
Got you by a string
And you’re the only dummy here
This ain’t a kids book
It’s about to get tragic
You might end up like Marie Antoinette
With your head in a basket
Smoking on Gas
That kief, That Dab
So don't ask me to rehash it
I got me a woman
She my life
I been with other girls
But these hoes too ratchet
Dior on my jacket
I look down and the carpet matches
I can see my future
I ain’t being dramatic
I’m a man of action
You the type to sit around
And talk about how much you planning
Dammit it’s a famine
When it comes to how your fans reacting
When friends turn foe
It feels like you on ice
And you been losing traction
Everybody wanna play a side
They tryna pick a faction
I won’t fall for their distraction
Verses come out automatic
They say they ain’t frightened
But there’s chills up in the air
Give my haters goosebumps
Leave em with something to fear
Slappy popping out
And I’m the goddamn puppeteer
Got you by a string
And you’re the only dummy here
When they want what you have
They gon put you under fire
What ever happened to Learn and Admire
What ever happened to Live to inspire
These critics will kill you
It’s murder for hire
And I’m getting higher with every breath
Smoke out my lungs
Numb the pain in my chest
But with all that pain
I got something to invest
So I’ll tell my story
Till my dying breath
And maybe I manifest destiny
Write my own history
Bitch I’m just managing stress
Told the devil to square up
But these demons deceiving me
Typa shit’ll leave me a mess
So I’m popping out with a rifle
Imagine the look on his face
With a few holes in his chest
The barrel spin round
Take the devil’s breath
My mind the only pit of fire left