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Yo, new Ghostface!

To glorious days, check it out y'all

We back, yes yes y'all

Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword

All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan

Scream on it, Ghost

A-yo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches

Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest

Pull out this kite from this white bitch

Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"

Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic

Past tense placed in gold caskets

Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque

Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist

Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit

Rumor is you might start to spit

You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted

On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze

Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

The branches in my weed be the vein

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See daddy rock a wristful

Modern slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles

Laying like needles in the hospital

Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, big ass whistle

Ziploc your ear, hear thistle

To my real bitches take your drawers off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!"

A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog y'all and grow up

A-yo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the pass, heavy ice Roley laying on the dash

Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash

Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash

Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed

Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash

Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this

Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins

Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha

Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over

Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture

Castor Troy laying for Travolta

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

A-yo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog y'all and grow up