Follow Embed  [Intro: sample] - 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 (yes). After all, they can only hang you once  [Verse 1:
Ghostface Killah] Both hands clusty, chilling 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
read pro Son trifling fuck, wildflower on the cycle and Picked
up the broom thought I was Michael-in' West Brighton Pool, now
I'm into Iron Duels Turn Nuns to Earths Whoopi, she at Allah
school Inhale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell knot, you flash a burnt cell Snap out of CandyLand
kids, the old rumor is Blacks become immune and shit, we never
did Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs Men
marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar Scissor hand wig
vanished in the winte