Mad Beth

N***a I see that you're calling for mad Beth.
N***a I see that you're signing up for your death.
Your family is not ready for a loss.
If they are, then let me put on my black gloss.

I'm about to get colder than Chucky.
No silly smiles, my face is on yucky.
Put your O2 on pause, then giggle to your corpse.
Have them weeping and screaming "call the cops".

Haunt who? That's clownery 'cause I'm a Ghostbuster.
Don't make me detonate my blockbuster.
' cause your fam' won't have ashes to put inside the urn.
Don't fast-forward your death 'cause you might go to hell and burn.