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