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crass
[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
[Hey, hi! Yeah to glorious days, yay God! Check it out, everyone. We're back, yes, yes indeed. Ride my roller skates in a skirt. Batman, Robin, and maybe more. Your lyrics are weak and dull, not like a sword. All praises due to Tony, Matt, and FUCK. Ghost, go!]
[Ghostface]
Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake [We're hanging out! Waiting for Jacob]
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches [I like italian food, two crooks are fat] {"one"}
Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass
Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch [Big-time rappers mow the lawn, and stuff. They fly kites with their grandchildren, who are white bitches] {"one"}
Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know
like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" [Meaning, Ghost shares his breakfast with neighborhood police]{"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 [Ghost's dentist is in Al Qaeda, and Bin Ladin has gold teeth.] {"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 [Ghost bought everyone mangos, and everyone spat the seeds at the narcs]{"one"}
Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice
Branches in my weed be the vein [Who knows]{"one"}
Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you
See that he rock a wrist, dude {"one"}
Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles
Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}
Five steps to concer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle
Ziploc your ear, here thistle [Ghost misses his girlfriend] {"one"}
[T.M.F. - both]
To my real bitches take your draws 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"} [Women are objects, but are also "Queens" and "earths"]
[Ghostface]
Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy [Back when Ghost was a kid, things were cheap] {"one"}
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts [Ghost describes how supermarkets work]
Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"} [Eating your meat makes you grow, but also can give you a heart attack]
Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask
That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin on the grass {"one"}
Love the grass, colliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash
Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the Wally bash [The doctor who did Ghost's plastic surgery (shoulder implants) got mad and Ghost played hockey with him, spilling wine on his Wallabees]
someone else can do the rest. i'm spent
Ol' Dirty Bastard swordplay, Dirt McGirt be pickin up skirts on 4th & Broadway, Japanese bitch be suckin my dick, Peurto Rican hoes be lickin ma split, California Mountain Snake on debate
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