Ghostbusters 2 bitch!

Lyrics

Intro – whispered over low industrial hum and distant subway rumble turning into psychic static]
Five years later… New York’s still haunted.
Ghostbusters on the ropes, but the dead don’t quit.
Vigo’s eyes are watching from the canvas…
Who you gonna call when the slime starts rising?
[Verse 1 – hyper-complex triple-time rapcore flow, syllables stacking like black slime veins]
Bustin’ kids’ parties in cartoon jumpsuits, proton packs gathering dust on the shelf,
Venkman’s charm turned bitter, Dana back with baby Oscar, single mom against the hell,
Ray’s occult bookstore vibes, Egon’s lab still humming with forbidden knowledge wealth,
Winston holding the line, ex-con wisdom sensing the city’s psychic underbelly stealth.
Underground river of slime, pink-black ooze fed on rage, fear, and negative wealth,
Psychomagnotheric current surging through the tunnels, manifesting everybody’s hell,
Janosz Poha, museum curator, possessed by Vigo’s whisper, painting the spell,
Carpathian sorcerer, sixteenth-century tyrant trapped in oil and malevolent stealth.
Baby Oscar levitating in the crib, Vigo’s chosen vessel for rebirth in the flesh,
Dana’s terror eyes wide as the slime crawls up the walls in viscous, psychic mesh,
Ghostbusters reconvene, Ecto-1 rolling again, siren cutting through the city’s stress,
Positive emotion the only weapon against the tide of collective darkness and duress.
[Chorus – massive gang-shouted hardcore roar, layered with cinematic orchestral hits and industrial chains]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS AGAIN!
River of slime rising, negativity feeding the ancient sin!
Vigo the Carpathian, dark lord in the frame, but we ain’t bowing to his grin!
Statue of Liberty marching on pure heart-fire, we gonna light the whole damn thing!
Trap ’em, zap ’em, flood the streets with love — send that evil back where it begins!
Ghostbusters! Ghostbusters! Second round, we win!
[Verse 2 – slower swaggering industrial rap-rock build exploding into double-time metalcore chaos, denser esoteric wordplay]
Museum of Art turned haunted fortress, Vigo’s portrait pulsing with demonic intent,
Janosz floating in ecto-trance, “the chosen one” chant in a foreign accent bent,
Slime flood hits the streets, New York drowning in its own suppressed discontent,
Four mad prophets suit up, proton streams charged with hope and discontent’s dissent.
Lady Liberty awakens, copper skin glowing from the positive psychic wave,
Torch raised like a proton cannon, marching through the river, making evil behave,
Baby Oscar on the altar, Vigo’s rebirth ritual cracking the mortal grave,
We cross the streams once more in quantum defiance, turning darkness to save.
Slime explodes in pink-black fireworks, Vigo’s scream echoing through the ether’s rave,
City saved by laughter, by love, by the unseen current only the pure heart braves,
Ghostbusters stand victorious, but the veil still whispers, never fully behaves,
Next time negativity surges… you already know who charges the proton waves.
[Breakdown – crushing half-time industrial metalcore, spoken-screamed over chugging riffs and sub-bass heartbeats]
DROP… THE… SLIME…
(everything cuts to heartbeat kick and reversed baby cry)
You feel the river rising in your veins?
You hear Vigo laughing through the paint?
No mercy for the darkness that remains —
WE ARE THE GHOSTBUSTERS, MOTHERFUCKERS, AGAIN!
(blast-beat detonation)
TRAP ‘EM!
ZAP ‘EM!
SLIME ‘EM BACK!
FLOOD THE VEIL WITH LOVE AND WATCH THE TYRANT CRACK!
RIVER OF ANARCHY — HEART OVER HATE, THAT’S THE FACT!
[Final Chorus – explosive cinematic climax, full choir, orchestral swells, gang vocals, ad-lib screams]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS AGAIN!
River of slime rising, negativity feeding the ancient sin!
Vigo the Carpathian, dark lord in the frame, but we ain’t bowing to his grin!
Statue of Liberty marching on pure heart-fire, we gonna light the whole damn thing!
Ghostbusters… Ghostbusters…
(chant fading into ethereal reverb)
Bustin’ makes me feel… reborn.
[Outro – slow, haunting rap over fading industrial drones and ghostly choir, almost esoteric prayer]
From the slime they rose, back through the veil they fade…
Four souls and a city learned love is the ultimate upgrade.
New York breathes again, but the river still flows unseen, unafraid,
Next haunting, next painting… you already know the call that’s been made.
Ghostbusters… forever etched in the ether’s second wave.
(whispered echo) Who you gonna call… when the slime calls your name?