[Mr. J]

Whose your ghostwriter? Is he a ghoul or goblin of sorts
a demon robbin' for sport, a man with a lot on his spork
orrr...fork in the road, fork in the roast I'm done with idiocy
Give me a minute for the gimme's that or deep within me
I'm hitting critical critically, with a critic highfiving the gimmickry
the mockery trying to mimic me when I'm off on epiphanies
a mushroom run with Mario sipping the fire flower lighting up spiritually
what do you want on your grave before I give it a spit and a pee
whose your ghostwriter? Is he me? Can you see the injury...
the harm it could cause you psychically oh...you hard bitch?
I'm hard bitch, taking these children of the corn out for harvest
ripping out their ears making them listen to me when I drop this
I'm far from monogamous once I'm fucking every one of your mama's
riding a Deloreon back and forth while you were listening to Aqua
pretending your Ken will get you a dragon punch to the chin
with the amber lamps rushing in taking you off to your dumpster kin
whose your ghostwriter? does he peel under pressure, cucumber skin
not much to mantra when you got no armor to protect that fuckers neck
that's another verse you will ever touch again, whose your ghostwriter?