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von Ghostface Killah

Nutmeg Songtext

Yeah, whassup y′all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know, I don't really mean no harm
But it just happens you know
When I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga
That tryin to spit his darts and can′t spit 'em
Check it out though, ay, oh

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a lil′ snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock′n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole

Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
But Ton′ stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted


Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf
At times, Cuban Link verse yo

Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
As soon as I drove off, Cap′ came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let′s season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off, yeah, yeah
I just wan′t y′all niggaz
To smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body, yeah no doubt
Judge Wise


Ay, oh spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti′s out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs

Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou′ appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam

Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it

Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don′t come

Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?
Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds
Instead of studyin me!

That's how you lost your first job punk
Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third

Pass me a honey-dipped spliff
Black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock

I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, Boo-doop, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle

Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting

Ring Dingd, right through your head, bing
Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I′ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette

While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech in Stereo
Crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz

And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man′s sake

Used to fuck her when she menestrate
But it made her hyperventilate
Brooklyn
I know, I know, I know, I know
Queens

I know, I know, I know, I know
Shylin
I know, I know, I know, I know...
Bronx
I know, I know, I know, I know

Jersey
I know, I know, I know
Long Island
I know, I know, I know, I know...
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