歌手:Ghostface Killah
专辑:《Ironman》

作曲 : Corey Woods/Dennis Coles/Robert Diggs
Yeah, scandalous
Yeah, miraculous the arsonists
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 2602
L, I heard they had
O's for sale
I heard the same ******t, money drive a
Burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
Where's the cat from, think he's from
New Jerusalem
Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was using him
Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the
GodHe go with
Tim, the one who called lover of
GodY.E.quality
S.Elf, I know the natural law now
It's time to get the
God you and blow like mines
But on the low
I heard he got born original sin
Back in a drive-through
Kentucky Fried shot up his ack
We got to get him
Dunn, aliens is snatchin' our bread
U.F.O.'s movin' in with bigger plans than fed, yo
Knock on daddy
O's door get the scope
He's not home, he took
Ishmael to
Park Slope
There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend
WandaShe drive a green
Honda with legs like
Jane Fonda
I just left her, she took
Rashean to
Pathmark then
Jetted to c****** to get her man some
ClarksShe said, "Be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid"
She say, "Peace to W, who's watchin' the kids?"
Two hours later, scheamin' like
Deniro in
CasinoSon better have more coke than
Al PacinoKeana ain't tellin' no lies, last year she did a
Sting and a half
And Tymeek bought her a aircraft
But anyway, yo, daddy
O home, we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of
MarriotYou ready, you got the
E and J and
The Machete?
We goin' upstairs,
I hope one ****** is empty
We walked in both of us looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor,
Dunn yo, I handle this
Kick in the crib, the whole ******t looked graphical
Natural, ******' a white ******, actual
Fiends chantin', "Do your thing chef, handle it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit
CarolynRan to the back ******yzin', much disguisin'
Surprise we comin' and their eyes were tranquilized
And buggin', throwin' her twin cousins at his nugget, ****** it
Meet Shottie
Waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin'
Fake cats announcin' on the block, you loungin'
Where the blow at,
I ain't got ******t, stop frontin'
Yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin'
******, show that bit, before
I push your wig back
Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at
Come here
Valerie, you know the
God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
It's in the kitchen in the ceilin' baby girl kept squealin'
Only found a white block of cheese from
New Zealand
Oh ******t, yo, yo where that ******t at yo?
Yo Chef, where that ******t?
What?