Haunted mansion

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"Ghostly figures, they surround me, it's a trip
Poppin' pills, they're gettin' lit, it's a wicked rip"

I’m floatin’ through the fog of Blackpool’s cursed coast... my mansion’s a cryptic host,
Neon lights flicker like a strobe, my ghost crew sippin’ poppin’ pills, their heads toast.
I’m high as fuck, "What?" I'm high as fuck...sky‑crackin’ with a vape cloud, the walls whisper U F O vapes,
Every portrait’s got a jaw‑dropping grin, they drool on the beats while I rip scripts...

"I'm the king of this creepy castle, got the keys to the throne
My rhymes summonin' the unknown"

The banshee in the ballroom drops lyrics, it’s a spectral bass line,
I’m snort‑in’ ectoplasm, ghost‑popping Xanax, feelin’ fine as a vampire’s wine...
Blackpool Tower glows, but my ceiling’s lit by a chandelier of phantoms,
I’m spittin’ rapid fire, while my crew get haunted by random ghostly atoms.

"Pills and potions, we're gettin' lit, it's a crazy sight
In my Blackpool haunted mansion, we're gonna party all night"

Candle‑lit corridors echo “Rap God” with a wraith‑wrapped cadence,
My rhymes stack one by one, defy my shit dance.
I’m puffin’ on a cloud of incense that’s actually ecto‑scent, a scented curse,
Ghosts pass me the blunt, they call it “purple‑haze”—they’re high‑grade, not rehearse.

"The ghosts are gettin' freaky, they're poppin' pills like me
We're dancing on the tables, got the chandeliers swingin' free"

I’m sippin’ on a potion that tastes like fish‑and‑chips with a side of dread,
While specters in the pantry steal my chips, they’re “Snack‑tual”—the dead.
My verses swing like a swing‑set at the Blackpool amusement, twisted, insane,
Every bar’s a roller‑coaster loop, the ghosts scream “Yo, you’re insane!”

"The mansion's got a mind of its own, it's a trippy energy
The ghosts are gettin' crazy, they're showin' me the way"

I flip the switch on the haunted hallway, lights flicker like my thoughts,
Multi‑syllabic weapons, I’m a lyrical surgeon, cuttin’ through the after‑life’s knots.
The headless horseman rides my beat, hooves thunder like a sub‑bass drop,
I’m high‑ballin’ with the dead, my mind’s a carnival funhouse that’ll never stop.

"Pills and potions, we're gettin' lit... it's a crazy sight
In my Blackpool haunted mansion... we're gonna party all night"

Paranormal paparazzi snap my flow, they post it on the “Spirit” Insta‑feed,
I drop a line “Better call the exorcist, ’cause my verses possess speed.”
The ghost‑pop pills in my pocket beep “B‑b‑boom,” they’re the soundtrack of the undead,
I’m the king of this haunted castle, crowned by cobwebs, rap’s throne on my head.

"In my Blackpool haunted mansion, the party never ends
We'll be high as fuck, with the ghosts, till our very last breath, my friend"

U F O vapes,” spitting venom, never bland,
My rhyme scheme’s a maze of mirrors, each reflection a different brand.
I ride the tide of Blackpool’s neon sea, surf a wave of phantom hype,
While the mansion laughs, “Yo, you’re high as fuck—welcome to the after‑life!”