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Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here to sharpen your sword" All praises due to T.M.F.,Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost Eh yo, we at the weed gate Waitin' for Jake we want eight Ravioli bags Two thirsty villains yelling belly aches Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin' the grass Stash the right bitch pull out his kite from this white bitch Talkin' 'bout dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast Guests started mashing, C.V.L, ice water battalion Past tense place to gold caskets Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin' at the mosk Suede Cufy, rabbi come dig up a dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target When the narc's hit, rumor is you might start to spit You nice Lord, sweet daddy grace, wind lifted On the dance floor, mangoes is free followed by ghost Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin' new court dates Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice The branches in my weed be the vein Swimsuit issue darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See that he rock a wrist, dude Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Layin' like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, AX Vernon debt, big ass whistle Ziploc your ear, here thistle To my real bitches take your draws off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face And tell her ghost said, "Take your clothes off" Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin' crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all and grow up Eh yo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the pass, heavy ice rollin, layin' on the gas Love the grass, colliflower hurtin' when I dumped the trash Sour mad surgeon, every glass up at the Wally Bash Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed Backdraft, four powders, screamin' with the pearly hats Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Misses dash, sprinkle wit her Icsicle eye lashes Ask Coward Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this Dickin' down Oprah, jump rope, David think he's Rasta Black man, DC hit to Mocha Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover Hit the Sport's Bar, tell a young lady to bend over Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin' with the vulture Pastor Troy layin for Travolta Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be Heavenly Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin' crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the heart y'all, and grow up Eh yo, Wu-tang Clan,T.M.F. In the motherfuckin' joint, we all connect as Straight up and down y'all (Staple town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? (Know I'm sayin Trey-Mack, what?) How many nuts you might have bust? (Straight up and down) (How many shots?) (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? How many L's we smoke' at a time nigga? At a time, you know how we do, at a time