I Don't Really Need Those (Ghosts)

I'm a typhoon, you're a seacrest Caligula listening to seashells Buttress make you wiggle, uh I'm from hell, and I don't really need bells or whistles Buttress walk through the thistles I'm makeshift -- stop fronting, you're nothing Exit the Matrix, dual-layers-of-self bitch Go back to Malaysia, Asia, whatever -- the malarial area I ain't scared of ya', you're tame you dumb bitch Cause I done zapped a hundred spooks found in the deepest nooks & crannies Ghosts of grannies and young ones Buttress the fun one I come to prod with my rod of justice And make fists with spirits because I don't really need those ghosts