Lyrics Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Poisonous Darts

So what the fuck I got to lose ha?

Word to God let's get it on

Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand

Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless

Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus

With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules

Take a blast boo, booby trap a cruise it's natural

Like soybean, burn like a laser beam

My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns

The segment, rare fragment comes together like magnets

Attract heads captured like Dragnet

Goin through mad phases, of all ages

Killa bees locked the fuck up behind cages

The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze

Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees

The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella

Award winning dining in the back of Armanbella

Now who, don't believe that cash must rule

I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Purdue

Keep a wireless mic, mics on strike the session

Is over, I file this and glow like flourescent

Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on

Yeah peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on

Yo yo, mountains of blow like snow constant cashflow

Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes

Mega powder drippin from they nose

Fuckin Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose

Centrefold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites

Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice

Holdin money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags

With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Bagdad

You onionhead niggas spread out and parlay

Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays

I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain

I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine"

Y Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid

Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig

He's rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform

He's a newborn, look at money swearin' like he on

But anyway back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees

My back is on the wall, bombin' devils with tricknology

My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards

Next year two hundred niggas comin with swords!