My God, so they are killers   I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer   They just keep on killing and killing   They sort of develop a taste for blood   Yeah, that's right, they kill one man or kill ten   It's all the same after all, they can only hang you once      Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty low down   Blew off the burner kinda dusty   The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host   Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro      Son triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cyclin'   Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'   Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals   Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school      In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel   Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell   Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is   Blacks become immune to shit, we never did like      Eatin' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs   Men marryin' men, ill they got the herbs pulsar   Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter   Livin' off land you god damn right, I fuck, fans king me      Check, checkmate props like the micro chip founder   Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now      When we hug these mics we get busy   Come and have a good time with G O D   Make you snap your fingers or wiggle   Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle      Shake that body, party that body   Don't fuck with Ghost ,you'll feel sorry   That's word, I'm not the herb   Understand what I'm sayin', sayin', sayin'      Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert   Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful   Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter   Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us      We lay low glitter wax full bangles   Priceless rolls, lay around the God, get tangled   Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass   Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff      Move, every script's like Miramax   Smash the big boy totaled it, will shot fear effects   Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima   Wu 'binos to latinos, we bust Selena      Over night, God schedules, fed ex   Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics   Too hot to handle one thought scramblin' the mandolin   Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when      He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts   Yo, kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched   It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun   We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry      What we do, depends on breath control   So it's the first thing you must learn   Fortunately it's easy, you'll soon learn   My God so they are killers   Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood   My God so they are killers   My God, my God so they are killers