Ghostface Killah: Ghost heard it before

Yes, yes, we like to thank youYou are the 77th callerYou know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all thatHow do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is GhostfaceCheck this joint out right here, it's new, word up[Ghostface Killah]I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rapLive off of mighty gold, tongue and yackYa'll be amazed how I brought it backTwo porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horsesScarface breeze when I speak, the all bossesPlus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseousTwo years, been through like six divorcesNow the talking put my business in the street, butI'm like cement, I rock when I stepKill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuffLike my bitches better when they wore Reebok'sSee hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deaconsHave the whole church praying for GhostWhen we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permitsThe big shit, you might get burned withGod-body fly automobiles with grillsTwo thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheelA Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit stillChill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reelIt's the takeover, breaks over, make somethingFor funny ass package, who want, and a cake overMonster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all anglesFuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang youDanish darts, language arts, slanger banger youPunk motherfucka...[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]All you talk is poor...All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface thatBut your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' nowI had to shut you down, I had to shut you down[Ghostface Killah]Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymesGlide on beats, and we high from the policeThe dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm cleanThey can smell mark money, truck and mad bummyOff the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel PaisleyGats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wopI bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phaseLike, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo'sTent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payroleI play on niggas like stop and goAnd tell the other liquors that Don pop moreAnd Venus told Mercury she a hot hoMe, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for GhostThe Enterprise worth billions, delay AmericaTo Africa, home away, the six text-tillionTurn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbsNew York Times call it my best work, bump to itYou can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy'sHave 'em sit down, polly with the top five familiesBlocka-blocka, boom, now they all deadNow I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's rightAnd the only one rockin' those threadsSee these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head[Hook: Ghostface Killah]I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birdsBut the more you bite my style, the more I learnYour rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' nowI had to shut you down, I had to shut you down[Outro: Ghostface Killah]God, yeah, party peopleYou are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio777 F.M. and all that, no doubtIt's real right about now, yeahThe dance floor is packed and all thatEverything lookin' glory, I see assesI see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the airCome one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeahThat was chunky and all thatNo doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at?Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come onYeah, check-check-check-check me outCheck-check-checkin' me out, come onTake-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me outCome on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt