I've got nothing to say
There’s no one else to blame
For the choices you’ve made
What a fucking shame
Ghost .45
Always on my mind
Ghost .45
There's nowhere to hide
Just look at you now, unfit for the ground
Cease to exist, better off less than nothing
Pray for forgiveness and pray for his grace
When I put the mask on, let you feel all my hate
The time has come for you to pay for the things that you have done
The time has come for me to make right of what was wrong
All I want
Is for you to die
All I want
You to cease breathing
All I want
Eradication
All I want
Mother fucker
You won't make a sound
Load another round
Deep beneath the ground
You will not be found
Now I drown in hate
How's the barrel taste
Ski mask on my face
Hell is both our fate
Ive got nothing to say
There’s no one else to blame
For the choices you’ve made
What a fucking shame
I've got nothing to say
What a fucking shame
Ghost .45
Always on my mind
Ghost .45
There's nowhere to hide
Hold the fuck up, wait a minute
This dead soul mother fuckers bout to end it
So committed, the revolver still spinning
With the barrel to your head
You won't make a sound
Load another round
Buried underground
You will not be found
Now I drown in hate
Hows the barrel taste
Ski mask on my face
Hell is both our fate
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