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Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Ektoplazm (a Juggalo Break)

Ectoplazm (Plazmik & Harrow)

[Hook]
walkin inbetween the living and the dead
devil's got his hooks inside my head
Now I gotta live by the devil's code
Till the mufucka calls in what he's owed

[Plazmik:]

SLUMMIN ON THE STREET
                BUZZIN FOR A TREAT
                SUN DRESSES IN THE SUMMER HEAT 
                                MAKIN THE LADIES LOOK HELLA SWEET
SUNLIGHT IN MY FACE
                TIGHTENIN UP IN MY SPACE
                SPEEDING CAR KNOCKS ME OUT OF PLACE                                                                          SHOWS ME HOW THE ASPHALT TASTE
AIN'T NO GOIN HOME
                ACHIN' FROM MY DOME              
                MISSIN SKIN AND SHOWIN BONE
                                WHOLE WORLD'S GOIN MONOCHROME
FALLIN THROUGH THE CHASM
                BAWL AND SCREAM AND SPASM
                EVERY SPOOK AND PHANTASM
                                CRAWLIN THROUGH THE ECTOPLASM

[Hook]
walkin inbetween the living and the dead
devil's got his hooks inside my head
Now I gotta live by the devil's code
Till the mufucka calls in what he's owed

[Harrow:]

got the good word just in case you never heard
I'll be ya little bird -- in Hell's pit we interred
It's absurd -- how one day it's all good
all up in ya neighborhood, then ya in a box o' wood
tell ya this, though -- I ain't scared to smack a hoe
mista devil gonna know when I bust ma wicked flow
hell no -- the plan's pretty clear
in this place of pain and fear we better fuckin disappear

cocked my head to the sky -- looked the devil in his eye
said 'you a cool guy, but it's time ta say goodbye,
Plaz and I -- we ain't done just yet
We'll take what we can get and owe yo evil ass a debt'
An' then ol Scratch lit a little wooden match
rubbed his bald patch, itched his cratch, said 'one little catch
to attach -- I own your fuckin soul
I wrote it in the scroll - y'all are under my control

[Hook]
walkin inbetween the living and the dead
devil's got his hooks inside my head
Now I gotta live by the devil's code
Till the mufucka calls in what he's owed

HOLD UP A SECOND YO
                Y'ALL SHOULD PROLLY KNOW
                THAT ME AN' HARROW'S WICKED FLOW
                                IS CUZ WE A FUCKIN' JUGGALO

SATAN GOT SOME NERVE
                THINKIN' WE GON' SERVE
                CAN'T HELP BUT OBSERVE 
                                THIS IS MORE'N WE DESERVE

NEVER KNEW NO LOVE
                GREW UP A FILTHY SCRUB
                FOUND ME THE JUGGA CLUB 
                                NOW I HAUNT THE LIVIN' 
                                PUFFIN ON SOME STICKY SHRUB

I'M A POLTERGEIST
                FUCKIN' SACRIFICED
                MY LIFELINE'S BEEN ICED
                                AIN'T NO PRAYIN TO JESUS CHRIST

[Hook]
walkin inbetween the living and the dead
devil's got his hooks inside my head
Now I gotta live by the devil's code
Till the mufucka calls in what he's owed

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