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[Ghostface
Where's my horse? {shouts} de Andre! {makes sounds}

Yo!

Throw me in a mosh pit I'm to start shit
Melt the then break out like an arsonist
to get it in for a classic killing
If I turn my back and that means I'm chilling
Got bitches in mi boiling fresh lobsters
But I don't do the shellfish I'm a eat pasta
Turkey italian sausage up kielbasa
Doing hits from like an elite mobster
Love my diced up real little, wifed up!
trench men is real brittle
Poke nose {Poconos} is where I go with the capos
11 Sammy the Bulls, ready to wack
I'm black yo, half oregano
That's half yo, who he?
I'm that Island yo, Staten
niggas like aspirins
Commissioner Kelly I'll kill your
That's word to my bitch that's off
That patch in the pussy, word! I ate it off!
move with hands in the air like Adolf
Handing me a big joint that I sprayed off!

Toma, toma, mira que!
Papi Wardrobe, Wardrobe, go ahead Papi Wardrobe!
Maricon! Yeah... rrrrrrrrrrrkii kii kii kii kii kii

La Nostra La Familia, what!
Violate my family and I'm a kill y'all
Mi amor un beso
"D" ghettio hot sauce on my Speghetti-O's
Papi Wardrobe mexican handle with
All my gutter gang crew got border
Like when I come through black sombrero, what!
2 in the holster my name Darryl
Ride off in the starved in the barrel
Long boots on my horse White Boy John
Rock the side of that bitch straight song
Ass hanging off the brunt don't look at me wrong
And my heart strong like Julio on guzziii
Up in the Arizona desert the shit get ugly
All my Staten Island riders or die honchos
Get cream all day our ponchos
We bull fighting wrestle with broncos
And my team stay tight like Silver &
Carry a long whip yo whip your ass
head mexican dope mixed with hash
Machete behind where the rip and the slash
Desperado kids me and Ghost at last

Toma, Toma, Mericon!
Papi Wardrobe, Papi Wardrobe, it to them!

Cinco De imported guns from Cairo
Got with the toast and beat the charge like rhino
This who's albino
I met her out in Chi-Town while I was out in town ordering Gyros
The Bad keep the tool in her bible
Quick to her rivals and her pops was a gangsta Disciple
He Killed about a thousand Vice Lords guns and knife
The feds came for him so he to the 9th ward
in the N.O.
And right before he left he wrote his a memo left stacks in a Benz-o
It got hot selling giving out the info
He paranoid every 20 seconds out the
Blow it into he spazzed on Lorenzo
He smashed him in the head with his own Nintendo
About a week later the came and rushed him
Kicked down his door he was sleep they cuffed him