Who the fuck you gonna call?

Lyrics

Intro – low, gritty spoken word over feedback and distant police sirens]
New York, 1984… the veil is thin.
Ghosts in the grid, evil in the wind.
Three mad scientists just got fired —
time to flip the script on the afterlife, bitch.
[Verse 1 – rapid-fire complex rap, triple-time flow]
Columbia eggheads, parapsych crew, gettin’ booted from the ivory tower
Murray with the smirk, Aykroyd geeked out, Ramis droppin’ knowledge by the hour
Ernie Hudson rollin’ in late, ex-con with the proton pack power
They slap a sign on the Ecto-1, hear the siren wail, ghosts get devoured
Dana Barrett’s fine as hell, cello in the window, Zuul slitherin’ in her veins
Ancient Sumerian god shit, Gatekeeper callin’ through the canine remains
Louis Tully, accountant nerd, Keymaster possessed by the same demonic flames
Dog demons on the rooftop, eyes glow red, Manhattan feelin’ the pain
Slimer in the hotel ballroom, green ecto-slime drippin’ from the chandelier
They trap that fat bastard, but the EPA suit Walter Peck pullin’ all the strings in the rear
Shuts ’em down, traps get confiscated, city on the edge of total fear
But the boys break out, suits back on, proton streams cuttin’ through the atmosphere
[Chorus – full hardcore scream, gang vocals, crowd chant]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS!
Cross the streams, motherfuckers, feel the thunder!
Gozer the Gozerian, destroyer of worlds, but we ain’t scared of your thunder!
Stay Puft marshmallow giant, we gonna blast your ass asunder!
1-2-3-4 — trap ’em, zap ’em, send ’em to the other side!
Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters — hardcore ride or die!
[Verse 2 – even denser rapcore flow, half-time swagger into double-time chaos]
Library books flyin’ like poltergeist rage, invisible hands turnin’ pages to dust
They hit the ballroom, Slimer laughin’, pukin’ slime like it’s straight from the crust
Dana’s apartment, terror dogs barkin’, Zuul in the fridge like a demonic lust
Louis runnin’ through the streets in his ripped tux, screamin’ “I am the Keymaster, trust!”
Peck the pencil-dick bureaucrat, thinks he’s savin’ the city from these “con men”
But the containment unit overloads, ghosts flood the sky like Armageddon again
Portal opens on the rooftop, Gozer standin’ tall in that red-eyed sin
Chooses the form — marshmallow man, 100 feet of sugary evil grin
We hit the roof, proton packs hummin’, streams crossin’ in a forbidden dance
“Never cross the streams!” they yelled, but fuck it — we takin’ that chance
Explosive finale, marshmallow rain, city covered in sweet apocalypse white
Ghostbusters stand victorious, city saved by four madmen under the New York lights
[Breakdown – slow, crushing, spoken-screamed over chugging riffs]
Drop… the… beat…
(beat stops)
You see the light?
You feel the trap close?
No more free rides, spirit world —
WE’RE THE GHOSTBUSTERS, BITCH!
(blast beat kicks back in)
TRAP ‘EM! ZAP ‘EM! SLIME ‘EM!
PROTON PACKS BLAZIN’, NO MERCY, NO SHAME!
ECTO-1 BURNIN’ RUBBER THROUGH THE FLAMES!
[Chorus – final, bigger, with layered gang shouts and ad-libs]
WHO YOU GONNA CALL?! GHOSTBUSTERS!
Cross the streams, motherfuckers, feel the thunder!
Gozer the Gozerian, destroyer of worlds, but we ain’t scared of your thunder!
Stay Puft marshmallow giant, we gonna blast your ass asunder!
Ghostbusters… Ghostbusters…
(chant)
Bustin’ makes me feel good!
Bustin’ makes me feel good!
[Outro – fading rap over eerie synth and slowing drums, almost spiritual]
From the ether they came, back to the ether they go…
Four souls with gadgets and guts stole the show.
New York still stands, but the veil stays thin —
next time the dead rise… you already know who to call in.
Ghostbusters… forever.
(ghostly echo) Who you gonna call?