Ghostface Killah – Mighty Healthy

[INTRO] -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 (yes). After all, they can only hang you once [VERSE 1] Both hands clusty, chillin’ wit 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 eati’ dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs Men marryin men, ill they got the urge 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 [CHORUS] When we hug these mics we get busy Come and have a good time with GOD 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’ (*echo*) [VERSE 2] Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in …

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