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[00:00.09]My God, so they are killers
[00:09.63]I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer
[00:12.35]They just keep on killing and killing
[00:14.04]They sort of develop a taste for blood
[00:16.48]Yeah, that's right
[00:17.63]They kill one man, or kill ten
[00:19.32]It's all the same (yes)
[00:21.04]After all, they can only hang you once
[00:23.50]Both hands clusty, chillin' with my man Rusty
[00:26.28]Low down, blew off the burner, kinda dusty
[00:28.87]The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host
[00:32.12]Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro
[00:34.63]Son's triflin' fuck, wildflower on the cycle and
[00:37.92]Picked up the broom thought I was Michael-in'
[00:39.71]West Brighton Pool, now I'm into Iron Duels
[00:42.49]Turn nuns to Earths, Whoopi, she at Allah school
[00:45.21]Inhale break beats of Hell a-alikes propel parallel
[00:49.13]Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell
[00:50.77]Snap out of Candyland, kids, the old rumor is
[00:53.35]Blacks become immune and shit, we never did
[00:55.62]Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs
[00:58.62]Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar
[01:01.68]Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land
[01:04.59]You goddamn right, I fuck fans, king me
[01:07.00]Check, checkmate, props like the micro chip founder
[01:10.13]Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now
[01:12.46]When we hug these mics, we get busy (busy)
[01:15.16]Come and have a good time with G-O-D (G-O-D)
[01:17.90]Make you snap your fingers or wiggle (wiggle)
[01:20.52]Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle (giggle)
[01:22.88]Shake that body, party that body
[01:26.08]Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry
[01:28.66]That's word, I'm not the herb
[01:30.63]Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying?
[01:33.33]Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
[01:35.94]Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass, spiteful
[01:39.17]Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
[01:41.75]Culprit, prince of the game, wish you could see us
[01:44.39]We lay low, glitter wax full bangles
[01:46.88]Priceless ropes, lay around the God, get tangled
[01:49.53]Woolly hair, eyes fiery red, feet made of brass
[01:52.46]12 men following me, it be the God staff
[01:55.30]Move, every script's like Miramax
[01:57.57]Smashed the big boy, totaled it, Wilshire and Fairfax
[02:00.68]Sun beamin', wifey on the beach sipping Zima
[02:03.01]Wu 'binos to Latinos, we love Selena
[02:05.67]Overnight, God schedules, FedEx
[02:08.00]Pretty silhouette, velvet nice, DNA scroll genetics
[02:11.05]Too hot to handle, one thought from scrambling the mandolin
[02:14.14]Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack 'em, say when
[02:16.65]He rollin' up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
[02:19.47]Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds 'fore you get touched
[02:22.07]It's Canada Dry sess with Allah, son
[02:24.45]We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
[02:27.57]For every blow, depends on breath control
[02:30.87]So it's the first thing you must learn
[02:33.88]Fortunately, it's easy
[02:36.23]You'll soon learn
[02:38.64]My God, so they are killers
[02:41.68]Killing and killing
[02:44.76]They sort of develop a taste for blood
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[02:54.92]My God, so they are killers
[02:56.87]My God, my God, so they are killers
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