Name's Ray, and my stance is predominantly pro ghost
The one's in stories told at a marshmallow roast
Been a ghostie all my life, grew up in a haunted house
Inhabited by immigrants their chosen ancestors route
Half Swiss, half Russian, now I'm all about bustin'
Used to own a book store that required a lot of dustin'
Got Zundingers and Tobin, Roylance and even Spates
Books on the occult was the kind I keep in crates
Now I bust ghosts, paranormal investigation
Chance to grow all in all with no hesitation
Mass turbulence rock falls, even sponge migration
Plus eruption, book stacking, and I'm not lacking information
Been possessed, been blown, yes my pole still works
I love my job might be odd, 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 with slimer, got no time for frontin'
Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something?
I believe in mediums, table tippin', cars whippin
Think ghosts and Ghouls are phony homie, you be tripping
If unexplained 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 it help me see ghosts better
Before trappin' happened, my plan was just get her!
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, it protects us, just like a protection grid
Getting high on mold and slime I'm amorous towards antagonists
Do damage with the band and now that the mayor is backing us
Always glad to help and hug, but if you're spud, back off
I burn every ghost 'til they're burnt and black like sack cloth
Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand
No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned
On the front line with slimer, got no time for frontin'
Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something?
Do you smell something?
Do you smell something?
Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand (Do you)
No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned
On the front line with slimer, got no time for frontin' (smell something?)
Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something?
Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand (Do you)
No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned
On the front line with slimer, got no time for frontin' (smell some...)
Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something?
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