SINGER: Ghostface Killah

SONG:One

[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]
aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for jake
we want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}
heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}
talkin bout, "dear ghost, you the only nigga 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 bitches, 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 hit, 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
the branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}
swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, i miss you
see daddy rock a wristful {"one"}
moder-en slave god, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}
five steps to conquer, ax vernon debt, big ass whistle
ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}
[t.m.f. - both]
to my real bitches take your drawers off
to all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}
just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
and tell her ghost said, "take your clothes off!" {"one"}
[ghostface]
aiyyo, 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"}
Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, tony with the goalie mask
that's the pass, heavy ice roley layin on the dash {"one"}
love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when i dumped the trash
sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the wally bash {"one"}
sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed
backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}
children fix the contrast as the sound clashes
mrs. dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}
ask cap or pendergrass for backstage passes
special guest, no more johnny blaze, johnny mattress {"one"}
acrobat, run up on that love jones actress
distract the cat while i'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}
dickin down oprah, jumprope, david dinkins
watch the black mayor of dc, hit them open
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
castor troy layin for travolta {"one"}
yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy
god glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}
Aiyyo, 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), ]
aiyyo, wu-tang clan, t.m.f. in the motherfuckin joint
we all connect as {"one"}
(aw shit, baby) straight up and down y'all
(staple-town, y'all) yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}
(ah-hah, knowi'msayin? trey-mack, what?)
how many nuts you might bust? {"one"}
haha, straight up and down
{"one"}
(how many shots?) {"one"}
{"one"}
(that's it) word up
how many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}
(yo, yo, yo) {"one"}
(aw shit, haha) <...at a time, nigga?> {"one"}
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