Haunted Booth

[Intro]
Imagine if you will

Being haunted by the souls
Of every instrumental you’ve ever killed

This is the tale
Of the Haunted….Booth

[Verse 1]
Mind if I tell a story quick
Let’s explore the depth of a horror flick
But it’s only compatible for a BIC
Pen. My music is more addict-
-In…Than any drug Per-script-shun
And any one: her, him, them
Can bare witness to a gifted curse
Get a chill when I spit this verse
I been killin’ beats, lyrically deadly
Comes with the job title when you’re an MC
So I don’t get me anymore: I’m used to it
Some Spooky, voodoo shit
Who knew I’d get such a horrible burden
I see my beats and all of ‘em burnin’
There’s no escape, no lockin’ my doors
What are these killed beats hauntin’ me for?!

[HOOK]
I’m haunted by the souls of beats that I have killed
The mic is my sword and my skills can be my shield
So if you really wanna step into my world
Then you gon’ need a guide for this tour…of the Haunted booth

[Verse 2]
Show me a beat: I’ll dead it. I’m headed
To a place in my mind so dreaded; Unpleasant
Run with it to avoid runnin’ from it
Started one day, sharp pain in my stomach
Comin’ home late, not a soul awake
I was paranoid…maybe give the bowl a break
But I swore that what I heard was my beat
Murdered and crying lurkin’ behind me
Put yourself in my seat: what can you say to
…a beat that you killed, ”Go away, shoo”?
Don’t waste ya breath, you’ll be needin’ that shit when
The beat got you in fetal position
Not me, I was cocky and said
“Back for more?!” slammed the door on his head
But right before I locked it, I heard bass knockin’
And ever since then my booth been Haunted

[Hook]

[Outro]
They…..say that your Words are Weapons
Mine…have always Killed My Creations
I….wish that for Just one Second
I didn’t have to Fear for My Life
In the Haunted booth