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Album: Ironman

Year: 1996

Track: 2

Track Produced By: RZA

Samples: Dialogue excerpts from the film J.D.'s Revenge

Lyrics:

[Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")]

That was the best fuckin I ever had.

That's because you been dealin with Dasheese

You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?

I got business to take care of

[Ghostface]: No shit.

Shit that's my old man, shit!

Ya better go talk to him

[Ghostface]

No smokin alarms [8X]

I'm 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 I'm 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 couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm

Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'

That's 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

I'm 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 don't eat lard

I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin

You didn't 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

That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"

I'm 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 dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak

Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape

I'm God, cipher divine love my pussy real fine

That means clean the FDS smell with a shine

Word up, respect that hoe