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Ghostface Killah
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Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.s Revenge"]
That was the best fuckin I ever had.
Thats because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of
[Ghostface]: No shit.
Shit thats my old man, shit!
Ya better go talk to him
[Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X)
Im mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...
[Ghostface]
Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like Im rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldnt wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Wheres you at, hoe? Pinky house, she put in my perm
Thats all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin heros
Im the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and dont eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didnt do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
Thats your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
Im wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dicks the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus Im conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
Im God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe
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