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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:07.620]INTRO:
[00:08.100]-My God, so they are killers.
[00:09.660]I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer, they just keep
[00:12.930]on killing and killing;they sort of develop a taste for blood.
[00:16.290]-Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten,
[00:20.040]it's all the same (yes). After all, THEY CAN ONLY HANG YOU ONCE.
[00:23.550]VERSE 1:
[00:23.820]Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down
[00:27.150]Blew off the burner kinda dusty
[00:28.890]The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
[00:32.100]Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
[00:34.620]Son triflin f**k, wildflower on the cyclin
[00:37.950]Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
[00:39.630]Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
[00:42.750]Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
[00:45.240]In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
[00:48.600]Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
[00:50.670]Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
[00:53.280]blacks become immune to sh*t, we never did like
[00:55.950]eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
[00:58.950]Men marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
[01:01.590]Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
[01:03.690]Livin' off land you god damn right I f**k fans king me
[01:07.110]Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
[01:10.170]Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now
[01:12.060]CHORUS:
[01:12.420]When we hug these mics we get busy
[01:15.120]Come and have a good time with G-O-D
[01:17.850]Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
[01:20.580]Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle
[01:22.860]Shake that body, party that body
[01:26.040]Don't f**k with Ghost you'll feel sorry
[01:28.620]That's word, I'm not the herb
[01:30.780]Understand what I'm sayin' (echo)
[01:32.610]VERSE 2:
[01:33.300]Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
[01:35.910]Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it's spiteful
[01:39.090]Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
[01:41.730]Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
[01:44.340]We lay low glitter wax full bangles
[01:46.800]Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
[01:49.620]Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
[01:52.620]Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
[01:55.320]Move, every script's like Miramax
[01:57.540]Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
[02:00.690]Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
[02:03.060]Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust Selena
[02:05.670]Over night, God schedules, fed ex
[02:07.980]Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
[02:11.100]Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolin
[02:14.130]Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
[02:16.680]He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
[02:19.500]Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
[02:22.110]It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
[02:24.510]We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
[02:27.750]-What we do, depends on breath control, so it's the first thing you must
[02:32.340]learn. Fortunately it's easy. You'll soon learn.
[02:38.610]-My God so they are killers
[02:43.770]-Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood