[Verse 1]
You left me when I needed you most.
My mind and soul fallin apart, my body bleeding and broke.
Heart pounding til I felt the final beat in my throat.
Now when I'm lookin in the mirror all I see is a ghost.
Boo. I guess I'm the white Casper.
Oh, he's already white? Uh, fuck it- I write blacker.
I meant darker and deeper, I'm like Campbell.
Or Blackwood, or Lovecraft or even Edgar Allen.
So many references, definitely I'm back with.
A vengeance but what do you expect with a white rapper?
Just for a glance, or slight chance I might catch her.
I'm camped in a white van outside of her night classes.
For the venue tonight, dressed to the nines and quite dapper.
With a full black suit and type-hat like Mike Jackson.
With the white gloves, but they might color switch right after.
Time will only tell us what tonight might unravel.
Out early from class, it appears it's quite cancelled.
I lower my seat kind of how I lowered my standards.
I'm playing it cool, like an ice pack, there's
Only a minute left til I jump out and I grab her.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You really did a number on my mental.
So tonight I'm repaying the favor back to you, tenfold.
You notice I'm patiently waiting and begin to tremble.
But I'm quick to the draw, pulling the drawstrings, LETS GO.
Traffic swerving, zoom zooming like a Mazda ad.
Ain't got a plan but I'm a man and god, I've got a van.
Ah shit yeah, in the back's a monstrous can of noxious gas.
So quit the hollering or Imma send you off to la la land.
Stop the damn screaming bloody murder, quit bouncing too.
Bet your damn ass the vans padded and it's sounded proof.
From the front to back, and wall to wall and fuckin ground to roof.
Like a ghost in plain sight, there ain't no sense in shouting boo.
Two miles out, I got a deadline to meet.
You got one too. I'm bound to make a fuckin headline this eve.
You're bound too. By your hands, head, neck, thighs and feet.
Just lean in closer babe, I got a little question, do these
Rags smell like chloroform or fuckin enzymes and bleach?
As you slowly inhale, I slide you inside a sheet.
It's kind of rude of you, I thought you would have said bye at least.
Goodnight my dear little angel, you bet it's bed time my sweets.

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
We're pulling up at the desert location.
Where my utility toolkit is presently waiting.
The past is the past, and now the present is wasting.
So let's treat it like a gift, a special occasion.
I unwrap you from a sack in the back of the van.
You see a chance and you dash as fast as you can.
You're a speedy little bitch, a Labrador, damn.
You nearly made it out the door but I'm grabbin your hand.
Come on girl you know you ain't no fuckin Usain Bolt.
Quit making a scene now, this ain't no fuckin movie role.
Hold on to your seat the scene I'm bout to paint, though.
Is sure to make em say "WHOA" more than two rainbows.
I got a couple of knives and a satchel of tools.
That are rusted and kind of a hassle to move.
But I can't stop now, cuz when I plan, my planning goes through.
It's finally time for us to bury the hatchet, and you.

[Hook]