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Yo, new Ghostface! To glorious days, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost [Verse 1] A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest Pull out this kite from this white bitch Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic Past tense placed in gold caskets Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit Rumor is you might start to spit You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan, sexcapade, push your 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 daddy rock a wristful Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles Laying like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle Ziploc your ear, hear thistle To my real bitches take your drawers 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!" [Hook] A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the hog y'all and grow up [Verse 2] A-yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture Castor Troy laying for Travolta Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony [Hook] [Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ] Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint We all connect as {"one"} (Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all (Shaolin, 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? Gunnin for the dome- and it only takes:) {"one"} {"one"} (That's it) Word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"} (Yo, yo, yo) How many L's your smoke? {"one"} (Aw shit, haha) <...at a time nigga> {"one"} {"one"}