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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 hang you once...
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
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son triflin fuck, wildflower on the cycle an'
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duels
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school.
Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell, NAW, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
eatin' dead birds fuck the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, ill , they got the Earth pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I fuck fans, king me!
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now
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 and 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' <i>[echo]
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless ropes, lay around the God and get tangled
Wooly-haired, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
Sun beamin', wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to Latinos, we lust to lean 'em
Overnight, God get jewels Fed-Ex'd
Pretty soloette(silhouette)velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, the handle went off, scramblin the mandolin,
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the grounds before you get touched
It's Canada Dry cess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
-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
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