Wildflower lyrics debate

[Ironman Starks]

on the track Wildflower on most lyrics sites it says:

But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga

i always thought it was:

But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga

lobster sounds more demeaning and funnier and it really sounds like a l sound

make your choice

[Ironman Starks]

rasta works tooo casue of the dreads and all...

but it really sounds like an l sound

[MauiLife]

I always thought it was Lobster.

mmmmmm Lobster

[shaolin swords]

I think its rasta becuase it makes more sense. But if its rasta ill laugh my ass off.

[Ironman Starks]

yaa but like rasta works better but its sounds like lobster....lol who knows

[9DiagramPhoenix]

could you image a guy with a lobster shaped head lollll

[the funky drunk]

hmmmm .. its hard to tell

[Bushwick]

I never heard this get debated before.....
He called him a lobster head ass nigga.

Just like he called BIG & Puff shark ass niggas....
Just like he called 50 a crab ass nigga....

Tone sure does love his aquatic buds.

[Sherz]

I never heard this get debated before.....
He called him a lobster head ass nigga.

Just like he called BIG & Puff shark ass niggas....
Just like he called 50 a crab ass nigga....

Tone sure does love his aquatic buds.

LMFAO...

[9DiagramPhoenix]

^^^^^^lol

i sorta thought the same thing

[Bushwick]

This is Ghost ya'll, mind you Ghost in 95-96!

Rasta makes too much damn sense to come flyin' out his mouth. Lobster, end of story. I'm just surprised he didn't call him a Strawberry Kiwi Ronzoni Bologni Head. Next to his sea buddies Ghost sure does love his fruits, vegetables & tomato sauces.

[Punch]

yeah I always heard lobster, though it seemingly makes no sense, it DOES makse sense for Ghost to say it

[TSA]

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


ohhla.com

[TSA]

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


ohhla.com

I thought MastaKillah was the one say no smoking alarms, and I thought it was No smoke in the lounge, No smoke in the lounge.(lol let see where this one goes.)

[MASTER PAI MEI]

This is Ghost ya'll, mind you Ghost in 95-96!

Rasta makes too much damn sense to come flyin' out his mouth. Lobster, end of story. I'm just surprised he didn't call him a Strawberry Kiwi Ronzoni Bologni Head. Next to his sea buddies Ghost sure does love his fruits, vegetables & tomato sauces.

LMAO! hahaha