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10 years ago
Both hands clusty, chilling with my man RustyLow down, blew off the burner kinda dustyThe world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-hostMonty Hall expo, intellect, you read proSon trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycle andPicked up the broom thought I was Michael-in'West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron DuelsTurn Nuns to Earths Whoopi, she at Allah schoolInhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallelDuracell knot, you flash a burnt cellSnap out of CandyLand kids, the old rumor isBlacks become immune and shit, we never didLike eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbsMen marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsarScissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off landYou god damn right I fuck fans, king meCheck checkmate props like the micro chip founderNeck to neck stock with Bill Gates nowWhen we hug these mics we get busyCome and have a good time with G-O-DMake you snap your fingers or wiggleScream, shout, laugh or just giggleShake that body, party that bodyDon't fuck with Ghost you'll feel sorryThat's word, I'm not the herbUnderstand what I'm saying, saying, sayingHit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expertLet off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spitefulRingleader set it off, rap Derek JeterCulprit, prince of the game wish you could see usWe lay low glitter wax full banglesPriceless ropes, lay around the God get tangledWoolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brassTwelve men following me, it be the God staffMove, every script's like MiramaxSmash the big boy, totalled it, Wilshire and FairfaxSon beaming wifey on the beach, sipping ZimaWu 'binos, to latinos, we love SelenaOvernight, God schedules, Fed-ExPretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll geneticsToo hot, to handle one thought from scrambling the mandolinHundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say whenHe rolling up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nutsYo kid stop fronting on the ground 'fore you get touchedIt's Canada Dry sess with Allah, sonWe want rye, we want it so bad we might cry