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Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)
Yo, yeah "New Ghostface!"
Yeah, to glorious days "one"
Yeah God, check it out y'all
We back, yes yes y'all "one"
(Fake roller derbies)
Yeah, masked avengers
We're here to sharpen your sword "one"
All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ghostface
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches "one"
Heavyweight rhyme writers h*ttin the grass
Stash the right b*tch, pull out his kite from this white b*tch "one"
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigg* I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" "one"
Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion
Past tense place to gold caskets "one"
Dru Hill girls, specialist loungin at the mosk
Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist "one"
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target
when the NARC's h*t, rumor is you might start to spit "one"
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
on the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost "one"
Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked
Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates "one"
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my weed be the vein "one"
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude "one"
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital "one"
Five steps to concer, Ax Vernon debt, big as* whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle "one"
T.M.F. - both
To my real girls take your draws off
To all my high , sn*tch her skirt off "one"
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that b*tch face
and tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" "one"
Ghostface
Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy "one"
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP "one"
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass "one"
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the Wally bash "one"
Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed
Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats "one"
Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
Misses Dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes "one"
Ask coward Pendergrass for backstage passes
Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress "one"
Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress
Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this "one"
d*ckin down Oprah, jump rope, David think he's rasta
Black man, DC hit to mocha "one"
Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover
Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over "one"
Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture
Pastor Troy layin for Travolta "one"
Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly "one"
Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy "one"
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP "one"
Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), <Big Trife>
Eh yo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfkin joint
We all connect as "one"
(Aw s**t, baby) Straight up and down y'all
(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fk, yo? "one"
(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?) <Shaolin, Staple-town, B>
How many nuts you might bust? "one"
Haha, straight up and down
<Staple drop a nigg*, yo> "one"
(How many shots?) "one"
<Gunnin for the dome and it only takes...> "one"
(That's it) Word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all? "one"
(Yo, yo, yo) <How many L's we smoke?> "one"
(Aw s**t, haha) <...at a time, nigg*?> "one"
<At a time, you know how we do, at a time...> "one"