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Ghost The Death By The Bay

Peak and hung myself over this city Let the blood flow down and cleanse these streets Burn my body on a windy night Set my ashes into the bay Let them

Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay packer I pack the

like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til

and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

supreme Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss

furiously dangerous [Verse 1: Ludacris] Death by lyrical injection I kill you rappers A lot of green with a yellow complexion Women call me the Green Bay

friend That's a gun pointed at your head Wanted man by Lucy Watson Wanted man by Jesse Brown Wanted man by Nellie Johnson Wanted man in [Incomprehensible] town Wanted man by the Boller Sisters Wanted man by

like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til

with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? *********************************************************************************************** NOTES: "Matilda" - the backpack and associated gear used by