Ghostface Killah - Mighty Healthy Lyrics
Intro:-my god, so they are killers.Ive heard lots of people say once a mans a killer, they just keepOn killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood.-yeah, thats right. they kill one man, or kill ten,Its all the same (yes). after all, (indecipherable)Verse 1:Both hands clusty, chillin wit my man rusty low downBlew off the burner kinda dustyThe world cant touch ghost, purple tape rae co-hostMonty hall expo, intellect you red proSon triflin *****, wildflower on the cyclinPick up the brew thought I was michael anMics are writin pool, now, Im into iron dualsTurn-ons the earths whoopee, she out of law schoolIn hale break beats of hell a-alikes propel parallelDuracell night, you flash a burnt cellSnap out of candyland, kids the old rumor isBlacks become immune to shit, we never did likeEati dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbsMen marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsarScissor hand wig vanished in the winterLivin off land you God damn right I ***** fans king meCheck checkmate props like the micro chip founderNeck to neck stocks with bill gates nowChorus:When we hug these mics we get busyCome and have a good time with g-o-dMake you snap your fingers or wiggleScream, shout, laugh and just giggleShake that body, party that bodyDont ***** with ghost youll feel sorryThats word, Im not the herbUnderstand what Im sayin (echo)Verse 2:Hit mics like ted koppel, rifle expertLet off the eiffel, burn a flag in the grass its spitefulRingleader set it off, rap derek jeterCulprit, prince of the game wish you could see usWe lay low glitter wax full banglesPriceless rolls, lay around the God get tangledWoolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brassTwelve men, following me, it be the God staffMove, every scripts like miramaxSmash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effectsSon beamin wifee on the beach, sippin zimaWu binos, to latinos, we bust selenaOver night, God schedules, fed exPretty soloette velvet nice dna scroll geneticsToo hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolinHundred game wilt chamberlain, smack em, say whenHe rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nutsYo kid stop frontin on the ground before you get touchedIts canada dry sess, obsessed with allahs sunWe want rye, we want it so bad we might cry-what we do, depends on breath control, so its the first thing you mustLearn. fortunately its easy. youll soon learn.- my God so they are killers- killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood
