Smell Something

Name is Ray, and my stance is predominantly pro ghost

The ones in story told at a marshmallow roast

Been a ghostie all my life, grew up in a haunted house Half Swiss, half Russian, now I'm all about busting

Used to own a book store that required a lot of dusting

the time to keep the pace

I bust ghosts, paranormal investigation

Chance to grow all in all with no hesitation

The mast turbulence rock falls, even sponge migration

Plus eruption, book staking, and I'm lacking information.

Been possessed, been blown, yes my pole still works

Tell him my job might be hard, but it's got a lot of perks

We bust heads of the dead, intervene if they're mean

My collection is contained, light is green, trap is clean

Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand,

No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned

On the front line I got no time for frontin'

Strictly business is my mission,

Listen, do you smell something?

I believe in mediums, table tippin',

homie, you'd be tripping

In front of this phenomenon is suddenly not enough

Better batten down the hatches for some wrath of God type stuff.

Always got a cigarette hanging off the lip

Always workin' on the Ecto it's a defective piece of shit

Always got my goggles to help me see ghosts better

Before trappin' happened, my plan was just better!

Lost my parents in a plane crash, a triangle over the Bermuda

They left me a haunted house, which I sold, so therapeutic

Needin' to grow up, even though, I'm kinda like a kid

It's infectious, need protection, just like a protection grid

Getting high, I'm moving slime my memory is towards the antagonist

Do damage with the now that the mayor is backing us,

Always glad to help and hug, but if you're spud, back off

I burn every ghost 'till they're burnt and black like sack cloth

Do you smell something?

Do you smell something?

Do you smell something?

Do you smell something?

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