Mighty Healthy

[INTRO]<br>-My God, so they are killers. <br>I`ve heard lots of people say once a man`s a killer, they just keep<br>on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste for blood.<br>-Yeah, that`s right. They kill one man, or kill ten, <br>it`s all the same (yes). After all, they can only hang you once.<br><br>[VERSE 1]<br>Both hands clusty, chillin` wit my man Rusty low down<br>Blew off the burner kinda dusty<br>The world can`t touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host<br>Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro<br>Son triflin fuck, wildflower on the cyclin<br>Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an`<br>Mics are writin` pool, now, I`m into Iron Duals<br>Turn-ons the Earth`s whoopee, she out of law school<br>In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel<br>Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell<br>Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is<br>blacks become immune to shit, we never did like<br>eati` dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs<br>Men marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsar<br>Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter<br>Livin` off land you god damn right I fuck fans king me<br>Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder<br>Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now<br><br>[CHORUS]<br>When we hug these mics we get busy<br>Come and have a good time with G-O-D<br>Make you snap your fingers or wiggle<br>Scream, shout, laugh and just giggle<br>Shake that body, party that body<br>Don`t fuck with Ghost you`ll feel sorry<br>That`s word, I`m not the herb<br>Understand what I`m sayin` (*echo*)<br><br>[VERSE 2]<br>Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert<br>Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the grass it`s spiteful<br>Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter<br>Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us<br>We lay low glitter wax full bangles<br>Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled<br>Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass<br>Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff<br>Move, every script`s like Miramax<br>Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects<br>Son beamin` wifee on the beach, sippin` Zima <br>Wu `binos, to latinos, we bust Selena<br>Over night, God schedules, fed ex <br>Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics<br>Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolin<br>Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when<br>He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts<br>Yo kid stop frontin` on the ground before you get touched<br>It`s Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah`s sun<br>We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry<br><br>[Outro]<br>-What we do, depends on breath control, so it`s the first thing <br>you must learn. Fortunately it`s easy. You`ll soon learn. <br>- My God so they are killers<br>- Killing and killing, they sort of develop a taste for blood