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| Artist: Ghostface Killah Album: Supreme Clientele Song: Mighty Healthy [kung fu sample] "My God, so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood." "Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten, it's all the same (yes). After all they can only avenge one death." [Ghostface Killah] Both hands clusty, chillin wit my man rusty Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host Montreal Expo, intellect you wreck pro Sons triffel and fuck Wildflower on the cycle and Pick up the broom thought I was Michaelin' West writin' poo, now I'm into Iron Duels Turner's the Earth's Whoopi, she out of law school Inhale breakbeats of hell, a-alike repell, parallel Doris sell nut, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of Candyland kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune, and shit we never did like Eatin dead birds, shut the pharmacy over herbs Men marryin' men, ill like Doctor herbs Poser, Scissorhand, wig vanished in the winter Livin off land, you god damn right, I fuck fans King me, Check-checkmate, prized like the micro-chip founder Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now Chorus: When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with G-O-D Make you snap your fingers or wiggle Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle Shake that body, party that body Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry That's word, I'm not the herb Understand what I'm sayin? {*echo*} [Ghostface Killah] Hit mics like Ted Coppo, rifle expert, let off the Eiffel Burn 'em, flag in your grass is spiteful Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter Culprit, print it again, wish you could see us We lay low, glitter, wax, four bangles Priceless roast, lay around the God, get tangled Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass Twelve men followin me, it be the God staff Move, every script's like Miramax Smash the big boy, totalled it, WiltShire, fear effects Son beamin wifee on the beach, sippin Zima Wu 'binos, to latinos, we love Selina Over night, God schedules, FedEx Pretty sillhouette, velvet, nice DNA, scroll genetics Too hot to handle, one thought from scramblin demanded land Hunt again, Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts Yo kid stop frontin on the ground 'fore you get touched This Canada Dry and cess with Allah, son, we won't ride We want it so bad we might cry [kung fu sample] "What we do, depends on breath control, so it's the first thing you must learn. Fortunately, it's easy. You'll soon learn." "My God so they are killers; killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood. My God, so they are killers. My God, so they are killers." |
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