Dragon Fire

[Intro] You're not dead! I'm a killer, that's why, killers don't die so easy! Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together And tried to kill me! Hahahaha! Ah! Ghost Face Killer! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots To killer cops, playin' the block with killer rocks High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots Nothin' but killers in here that'll straight kill your career The bullshit is killin' my ears Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere This is Ghostface Killah, no killer would dare Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rolls With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles My killer actions leave fake killers exposed There's no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol We got killers on parole that's real ill since Bill Bill That'll fuck around and kill Bill Born in the killer Stapletown thriller Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer [Chorus] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don't snitch Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die Slow, I move in silence, you won't hear a peep Killers that'll kill you for real in one heartbeat Slid to get y'all weak, we kill concrete Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat Hah, I squeeze my heat [Chorus] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! R.A.! The-The-The Rugged Man! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Why me? Wanna fight me? Try me Every record label sucks dick [Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin' I'm in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion I'm Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman The living baptism in the river of Jordan Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I'm not well Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose Mama couldn't afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed Fill a stadium, baby Damien I'll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I'll sell a Russian uranium Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live I'll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew Terror to the era terrorist No they won't protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis Sing [Bridge: Xx3eme] You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon 'Longside Xx3eme de yardman Rifle spit fire like dragon Quickly send dem to de Lord and Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!) We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce [Chorus] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness G Rap's known 'cause I'm bad to the bone I kill 'em executioner style! I'm Kool G Rap I'm Kool G Rap, poison [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] G ran with the thieves and the bandits Toast click, don't make me leave you in transit Don't even think about seizin' no chances This shit make birds flee from they branches If it ain't cheese where your hands is We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers Don't sneeze, and you panic or breathe When we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff Close steel, better hold still They gon' find you with left with no grill like you're roadkill Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots Those the type from the ice in the random shops Where the mothers come and candle blocks Bodies rot in abandoned lots Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots Vandalism, grams and rocks Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer's cocked Man in prison, man forgot Tattoo teardrop and the can pop Don't stop, won't stop, hip hop can't stop [Bridge: Xx3eme] You are wit' R.A. de Don Gorgon 'Longside Xx3eme de yardman Rifle spit fire like dragon Quickly send dem to de Lord and Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!) Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!) We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce [Chorus] Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness