[INTRO:]
-My Godso they are killers.
I ve heard lots of people say once a man s a killerthey just keep
on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood.
-Yeahthat s right. They kill one manor kill ten
it s all the same (yes). After all(indecipherable)

[VERSE 1:]
Both hands clustychillin wit my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can t touch Ghostpurple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expointellect you red pro
Son triflin fuckwildflower on the cyclin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an
Mics are writin poolnowI m into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth s whoopeeshe out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell nightyou flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLandkids the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shitwe never did like
eati dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin menill they got the herbs 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

[CHORUS:]
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
Screamshoutlaugh and just giggle
Shake that bodyparty that body
Don t fuck with Ghost you ll feel sorry
That s wordI m not the herb
Understand what I m sayin [echo]

[VERSE 2:]
Hit mics like Ted Koppelrifle expert
Let off the Eiffelburn a flag in the grass it s spiteful
Ringleader set it offrap Derek Jeter
Culpritprince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless rollslay around the God get tangled
Woolly haireyes firey redfeet made of brass
Twelve menfollowing meit be the God staff
Moveevery script s like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled itwill shot fear effects
Son beamin wifee on the beachsippin Zima
Wu binosto latinoswe bust Selena
Over nightGod schedulesfed ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hotto handle one thought scramblin the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlainsmack emsay when
He rollin upface wrinkled uphands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin on the ground before you get touched
It s Canada Dry sessobsessed with Allah s sun
We want ryewe want it so bad we might cry

-What we dodepends on breath controlso it s the first thing you must
learn. Fortunately it s easy. You ll soon learn.
- My God so they are killers
- Killing and killingthey sort of develop a taste for blood

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