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?