Versuri 09. Mighty Healthy

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