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[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 


[Ghostface] 

Eh yo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake 

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling belly aches {"one"} 

Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass 

Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} 

Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know 

like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"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 {"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 {"one"} 

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice 

Branches in my weed be the vein {"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 {"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"} 


[Ghostface] 

Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies 

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"} 

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts 

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"} 


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 {"one"} 

Sun splash, autographed lesson with your name slashed 

Backdraft, four powders, screamin with the pearly hats {"one"} 

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes 

Misses Dash, sprinkle wit her icsicle eye lashes {"one"} 

Ask coward Pendergrass for backstage passes 

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"} 

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress 

Distract that cat while I'm hot sugar get a crack at this {"one"} 

Dickin down Oprah, jump rope, David think he's rasta 

Black man, DC hit to mocha {"one"} 

Two tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover 

Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"} 

Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture 

Pastor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"} 

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy 

God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"} 


Eh yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies 

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"} 

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts 

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"} 


[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ] 

Eh yo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint 

We all connect as {"one"} 

(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all 

(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"} 

(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)  

How many nuts you might bust? {"one"} 

Haha, straight up and down 

 {"one"} 

(How many shots?) {"one"} 

 {"one"} 

(That's it) Word up 

How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"} 

(Yo, yo, yo)  {"one"} 

(Aw shit, haha)  {"one"} 

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